Clyde Kessler offers us a new poem and some wise words of advice when it comes to statecraft and balking skies, among other things of note. Spinozablue welcomes him back into the surrealist fold.
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Speaking of balking skies, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about their true colors and hidden meanings, their portents and judgments, which only we ordained Magi can see. That is, of course, unless a non-Magi person has synesthesia. If they’re so blessed, their seven senses easily overcome the lack of ordination, and more. My own images, seen below, are sadly limited to just six . . .
Just beginning The Equivalents, by Maggie Doherty, which is a fine book so far, and timely, and has me thinking (already) a lot about all the wasted talents through the millennia — because.… Read more “New Poetry, and Skyfields Falling.”