Category Archives: Other peoples words

Thinking About The Way People Think

Posted on April 4, 2010 by randomyriad

I have been thinking and reading a lot lately about the way people think. Reading the novel, “Black Boy” by Richard Wright and listening a lecture about the author and changes he had to make in order to get it … Continue reading →

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Maybe I Should Be Laughing More

Posted on February 12, 2010 by randomyriad

“Life’s the joke each of us keeps on playing.” Arthur Rimbaud,  “A Season in Hell“ Lately, I have been thinking a lot about how I move through my life. Little by little, as I age, I move into a world … Continue reading →

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A Poem Inspired by Kurosawa

Posted on February 2, 2010 by randomyriad

The Bad Sleep Well Corruption in high places provides many opportunities, to improve your sleeping accommodations. A deep sound hole in the night ground is yours for the asking. Support your local bureaucrat! Kickback and relax In a job well … Continue reading →

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Elephant Tracks: A Quote Inspired Poem

Posted on January 24, 2010 by randomyriad

“Elephant tracks! They were all around my tent this morning. There must have been several.”* This sounds perfectly reasonable to me. For most of my life I have been waking up to elephant tracks. I never hear or see any … Continue reading →

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January Bus Diary Part I

Posted on January 11, 2010 by randomyriad

1/5 As I put my quarters in the slot, the bits of hard boiled egg still floating around in my mouth taste like blood, and remind me of the broken tooth of a few weeks ago.  I walk past a … Continue reading →

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