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Capture and Rape Fantasies in Human Historical Imagery


 I have found an article sure to provoke a firestorm of commentary (and already has).  I had recently commented on the recent spate of sex crimes in the US military.  I don’t think it’s just an American issue, rather it … Continue reading

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Accommodating the Disabled – An Innocent Teaser


There is a class of people whose needs are mostly ignored (exceptions being ramps and access to public transportation).  These people are denied normal access to emotional and sexual relations.  Even the elderly and divorced are denied simple embraces as … Continue reading

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Two from Lewis Carroll


Lewis Carroll, one of my favorites for having invented the Mad Hatter and the Red Queen, not to mention the rabbit into whose hole she fell, has always fascinated me.   Jaberwocky is at the bottom. . . The Walrus … Continue reading

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Frost: Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening


Another poem by Frost.  More widely known but suggested by a reader.  Anything that can quell the fire of world violence on a Sunday evening is a welcome respite. – Carlos Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening BY ROBERT FROST … Continue reading

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ee cummings: i carry your heart with me


i carry your heart with me i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) i am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, … Continue reading

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Frost: The Road Not Taken


Simple poems of a time when I was younger, perhaps not as well known as they should be internationally. The Road Not Taken Robert Frost (1874–1963). Mountain Interval. 1920. TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could … Continue reading

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THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS


THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by: W.B. Yeats I  went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths … Continue reading

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