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Posted on June 14th, by tac in Poetry. No Comments

I don’t normally find myself taken with poetry that comes out of fiction, but Richard K. Morgan’s Altered Carbon has some that I’ve come to really appreciate.  Particularly surprising to me because his fiction is heavily politicized, and he’s quite a leftist.  I’m not inclined to hold a fiction author’s politics against his or her work – but the poetry … read more

hug the dark

Posted on April 4th, by tac in Poetry. No Comments
turmoil is the god
madness is the god
permanent living peace is
permanent living death.
agony can kill
agony can sustain life
but peace is always horrifying
peace is the worst thing
seeming to be.
don’t forget the sidewalks
the whores,
the worm in the apple,
the bars, the jails,
the suicides of lovers.
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Dulce Et Decorum Est

Posted on March 26th, by tac in Poetry. 7 comments
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells
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The Oldest Song

Posted on March 23rd, by tac in Poetry. No Comments
‘These were never your true love’s eyes.
Why do you feign that you love them?
You that broke from their constancies,
And the wide calm brows above them!
This was never your true love’s speech.
Why do you thrill when you hear it?
You that have ridden out of its reach
The width of the world or near it!
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The Quiet Mind

Posted on March 20th, by tac in Poetry. No Comments
Martial, the things that do attain
    The happy life be these, I find:—
The richesse left, not got with pain;
    The fruitful ground, the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge, no strife;
    No charge of rule, nor governance;
Without disease, the healthful life;
    The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no delicate fare;
    True wisdom join’d with simpleness;
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