Len

Now & Then?

When everything was new, & in its place Exactly; a perfect marriage of time & space: An ideal plan made real by no creator; Pristine forms; harmonious symbiosis Of dimensions; poles & the equator Linked by lat & long lines straitly; osmosis Didn't pilfer soul nor matter; the All Was One, not fractured, shot beyond… Continue reading Now & Then?

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C&I

When nothing can be said, we shouldn't try To spin out words, as little can accrue From fruitless, idle talk of me & you; Especially when this virtual you & I Is merely that, not true or false, nor real Beyond the phrase itself. I'd rather fly Than walk or run, but have to grope… Continue reading C&I

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Perhaps to be or not to be a weasel…

If nothing's good or bad but thinking makes It so, it follows on for me I think, Therefore l am' implies I'm pretty good? Yet, others might infer this specious lie Is self-designed to smooth, if not defy, The warts & wrinkles ethics breeds in rude And ill-defined bad habits- mostly drink And words, more… Continue reading Perhaps to be or not to be a weasel…

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Marriage: The Lover to his Post-PostModern Coy Mistress

'My love, I love you far-too much for marriage... [Anon] I asked Her 'Will you marry me? She said I will; but one day by & bye, not now? Tomorrow, next month, next year, maybe? How We go, too quick or slow, makes soon or late? It's down to you & I, we/us, not Fate?… Continue reading Marriage: The Lover to his Post-PostModern Coy Mistress

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Calligraphy, or The Self-Reflexive Art of Writing Finely

Calligraphy's a vain pursuit, akin To sniffing one's own toxic, home-brewed farts! I mean, what should be merely plain & practical Breeds a stylish craft of futile arts And hideous pride in small & worthless, personal Deeds? The feckless grandeur shown within Italic, even Gothic lines, reflects The weakness such strong, caring hand protects! But,… Continue reading Calligraphy, or The Self-Reflexive Art of Writing Finely

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Watching Westerns with Ludwig Wittgenstein

I should have liked to have known him, Wittgenstein, And gone to movies, certain they were crap, Insipid, B-feature fayre, non-thought provoking Westerns, gumshoe Noirs, or melodrama, Romance, musicals, the rest of all such pap! But, as the world is all that is the case, And he died when he did, not even joking Poems… Continue reading Watching Westerns with Ludwig Wittgenstein

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Random Thoughts on Creatures

In jest, we call them 'creatures of the night'. In truth, we've never seen them by the light Of broken day, unless the rat called Bernard Counts! Perhaps great hordes of badgers, foxes, Mice & Muntjac deer convene outside The staffroom door when we have gone away? Well, maybe not, in fact! Besides, it's dark… Continue reading Random Thoughts on Creatures

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Glasses: A True Story, or The Truth at Last?

I lost my glasses, falling over drunk One night, with no idea just where. 'd thought I'd see things clearly, even in the dark? Not so, it seems! To miss the fucking mark Is far-more easy really than it ought To be when stone-cold sober's done a bunk! But, now it makes me think, what… Continue reading Glasses: A True Story, or The Truth at Last?