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Alms for Oblivion: October 2009
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A Villanelle of Changes. You Ask Me Why. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Thursday, October 29, 2009. A Villanelle of Changes. Since Persia fell at Marathon. The yellow years have gathered fast. Long centuries have come and gone. And yet (they say) the place will don. A phantom fury of the past,. Since Persia fell at Marathon. And as of old, when Helicon. Since Persia fell at Marathon.
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Alms for Oblivion: September 2008
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The Goodly Fere (Simon Zelotes Speaks after the Cr. Best Overheard Freudian Slip Ever, from Work Today. And Now for Something Totally Macabre. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Thursday, September 25, 2008. As one who would draw through the node of things,. Back sweeping to the vortex of the cone,. Cloistered about with memories,. Alone in chaos, while the waiting silence sings,.
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Alms for Oblivion: April 2009
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When Sometime Lofty Towers. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Wednesday, April 29, 2009. When Sometime Lofty Towers. When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced. The rich proud cost of outworn buried age;. When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed. And brass eternal slave to mortal rage;. When I have seen the hungry ocean gain. Advantage on the kingdom of the shore,. It is somethin...
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Alms for Oblivion: May 2009
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Horace, Ode 1.11 (Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) q. The Sunlight on the Garden. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Friday, May 22, 2009. Horace, Ode 1.11 (Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi. . . Seek not to know what mortal end. The gods, my friend, have writ for thee,. Nor in dark divination look,. Far better friend, to take from god. Whatever winters he bestows,.
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Alms for Oblivion: August 2008
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From Song of the Lotus Eaters. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Sunday, August 24, 2008. I recommend the film of the above title, especially if you like that slightly snarky Royal Tenenbaums type of humor. Now, if we could only get Wes Anderson to grow up. . . Thursday, August 14, 2008. What's your think on the recent Russian disturbance? Thursday, August 7, 2008. Till they perish an...
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Alms for Oblivion: A Triolet
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Horace Ode 1.19. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Wednesday, November 11, 2009. Love had not matched their early hope,. There at the end of life's proceeding. Life showed them on the downward slope. Love had not matched their early hope. The dismal frayed end of the rope. Outdid their dread, their fears exceeding. Love had not matched their early hope,. Notes from the Underground.
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Alms for Oblivion: June 2008
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One More, Cause I Couldnt Resist, and Its a Cri. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Tuesday, June 3, 2008. One More, 'Cause I Couldn't Resist, and It's a Crime I Hadn't Posted This before. The Song of Wandering Angus. 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 the thread,. And when white moths were on the wing,.
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Alms for Oblivion: February 2009
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It Is Not Beauty I Demand. Epitaph on One Who Lived to See His Works Monumen. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Thursday, February 26, 2009. It Is Not Beauty I Demand. It is not beauty I demand,. A crystal brow, the moon's despair,. Nor the snow's daughter, a white hand,. Not mermaid's yellow pride of hair. Tell me not of your starry eyes,. Your lips that seem on roses fed,. Itself li...
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Alms for Oblivion: June 2009
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The Nation That Is Not. Multa per Gentis et Multa per Aequora Vectus. A Fragment from Euripides. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Friday, June 26, 2009. The Nation That Is Not. When I watch the living meet,. And the moving pageant file. Warm and breathing through the street. Where I lodge a little while,. If the heats of hate and lust. In the house of flesh be strong,. Vain gifts for...
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Alms for Oblivion: December 2008
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From the 05 Files. I am a twentysomething English/Classics major and a member of the Sect of Self Interest, a cult paradoxical in its universiality. View my complete profile. Monday, December 22, 2008. From the '05 Files. I would not have her, though. Hers was the offering;. It is of her I know. My love a common thing. It is of her I learned. That even the brightest fire. May rise from refuse burned. Upon a reeking pyre. I would have shared, I know,. Shores rounding living waters;. Myself my present were.