I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Moments ago, I finished a Starbucks Oleato Oat Latte. Oleato beverages have just become available across Canada, where I reside. Here is the boilerplate, corporate propaganda explaining the nature and origin of this beverage:
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Feast
The battle between right and left goes on Ideological tensions increase Partisan bickering will rage on Until our debates about freedom cease
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Between those who can’t And those who can’t be bothered Lies the sad shadow
Reality is not a story But we read it, and write about it, and act and think and speak as if It were, and that is pure folly as metaphysics
As many beautiful spectacles exist as there are spectators But it does not follow that every spectacle is beautiful Consider a soiled diaper, or a rotting onion, or a fascist political rally
Often, you seem to be writing for me Bitter ethical pangs quickly ensue; The blank page is crowded; how can this be? I am but your instrument: it’s all you
The anticipation is exquisite So much is missing or broken or wrong When the deliverer pays a visit Everything will become bright and strong
As you read these lines Your mind is being altered By silent symbols
Alas, too many sources of delight are deleterious to one’s health Before sinking one’s teeth into some tender victual, one must be reminded
Given the status quo, that is, the existing state of things, or the way we are all spending Our brief lives at present
Somethings stirs in the shrinking, modern soul Ignorance and confidence, its parents; It is an effect, and takes a huge toll
"If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company." --Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit, 1944 Plagues produce profound, prolonged solitude
