Category Archives: Philosophy

None Dare Call It (HA 49 Magic 9)

Posted on May 5, 2020 by sputterpub

My father warned about conspiracies when I, 13, attracted to the right, gave credence to dramatic theories. He told me members had to be more smart and able to keep secrets none can squeeze than any I or even he … Continue reading →

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Generations of Money (HA 46 Quintilla)

Posted on May 2, 2020 by sputterpub

When I was young, a quarter bought a double bill of matinee. My parents’ recollections taught the value of a dime; I thought how “cents-able” back in their day. In time I wed; we sought a house. Our parents marveled … Continue reading →

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3 Rooms (HA 43 Dodekade)

Posted on April 29, 2020 by sputterpub

They built their place of hard-packed straw and thought it strong enough to serve their purposes – they saw sufficient room for stuff for sale, but didn’t see the flaw of flimsy hiding rough: Infectious waves will wash their room … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 40 (English Madrigal)

Posted on April 26, 2020 by sputterpub

We can’t foresee the shape of what comes next. Prognostication’s eye is blurred with strain. “It could be worse” is everyone’s refrain. For now we have the Internet and text, connections to assuage the social brain. We can’t foresee the … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 34 (English Madrigal)

Posted on April 20, 2020 by sputterpub

There’s no place safe on earth. There never was. Our culture stalled beneath complacency, the base too broad for continuity. Some thought we were protected by our laws, but they’re committee-built stupidity. There’s no place safe on earth. There never … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 33 (Self-Command)

Posted on April 19, 2020 by sputterpub

Two hundred years ago, an English book employed vocabulary obsolete these days, or rare at least – we seldom look askance, or box some ears, or take conceit to mean idea – I’m sure you understand. I came on this … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 28 (Terza Rima Sonnet)

Posted on April 14, 2020 by sputterpub

My brother’s hypertensive and he’s out of pills. His doc retired and he needs to pick anew, but deadly flu’s about, retarding him. The stay-at-home impedes what it permits with stern pandemic press, and thoroughly prevents desired deeds like dental … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 27 (Catena Rondo)

Posted on April 13, 2020 by sputterpub

We started as a glimmer in God’s eye. We hatched a relatively simple form abiding now, its case confined and warm, amid potential energy to fly. We hatched a relatively simple form – our larval stage was ravenous and rough, … Continue reading →

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Happy Medium

Posted on April 10, 2020 by sputterpub

In 1963, I recollect receiving just four channels on TV. Three networks and a local would project the news. We watched it in the family or living room – we only owned one set. And when assassination slayed our course, … Continue reading →

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House Arrest 18 (Terza Rima)

Posted on April 4, 2020 by sputterpub

Alive, we haven’t yet abandoned hope, although we’re half-forsaken, leader-lost, and turning to the power in our soap, by media and propaganda tossed together toward a herd immunity, no matter what the economic cost, to venture in a future none … Continue reading →

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