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The Sorcerers
The Sorcerers L. Sprague de Camp They say the men of magic are all dead. No more does the diviner in his swoon Perceive the future in his mystic smokes; No more the reckless sorcerer invokes A demon...
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Thoughts on Telos
Life doesn’t make any sense. There is no rhyme or reason. No greater understanding to be had, no deeper meaning to be made. But life has purpose. More than this, life is purpose. That’s all it is – a...
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Ayahuasca
Ayahuasca Late light, crows speaking Half-moon bright above the trees Black winged brothers
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Breathing’s for the Meek?
Lovely satirical poem in Kurt Vonnegut Jr.’s The Sirens of Titan: “Break every link with air and mist, Seal every open vent; Make throat as tight as miser’s fist, Keep life within you pent. Breathe...
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The Maddening Mountains
[Ed. Note: This post is a short story I wrote a few months ago. Combines my passion for the Pacific Northwest with my interest in the mythic and Lovecraftian. Submitted it a couple of places without...
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Cascading Thoughts
Someone mentioned synesthesia to me the other day and defined it as the opposite of amnesia. Although that’s not at all what it is, the latter notion stuck with me. The opposite of amnesia; A swirling...
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The Way
“…The individual must devote himself to the way with all his energy, for it is only by means of his integrity that he can go further, and his integrity alone can guarantee that his way will not turn...
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Low Tide
Low Tide Soundless fowl in mist Moonlit no-thingness of life Gulls squawk, the road hums
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“Unnatural”
“My dear, I did not doubt that you would acknowledge I was right in much that I have said. Indeed, I am so bold as to think that presently you will come to agree with me, if not in every detail, at any...
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Night Beach
Night Beach Words fail a full mood Mournful horn beyond the rocks Low sea, fog, and you
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The Cathar Trail 6: Who Were the Cathars?
Who were the Cathars? This, after all, is the deeper question behind all this wandering and random rambling. Well, for one, they are whatever anybody wants them to be. Especially in the last couple of...
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The Cathar Trail 7: 3 June 2010 (Of Albi)
3 June, 2010, Albi No longer on the Cathar Trail but still on the trail of the Cathars. Arrived this afternoon, in the hot sun, in Albi. Found suitable lodging and went off towards the cathedral,...
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The Cathar Trail 11: 7 June 2010 (On the Edge of the Temple)
7 June, 2010, Paris And so, what became of my peripatetic attempt to understand the Cathars? Well, fairly little. But perhaps I have come, as much as it’s possible, to understand all outsiders a bit...
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The Cathar Trail 12: 8 June 2010
8 June, 2010, Paris Paris. This city grabs you by the collar and shakes you off balance, rattling your brain around in your skull, essentially insisting on the development of new neural pathways; new...
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