Category Archives: poetry

The Universe is a Messy Place to Play . . .

Posted on March 26, 2017 by randomyriad

“The crisis consists precisely in the fact that the old is dying and the new cannot be born; in this interregnum morbid phenomena of the most varied kind come to pass.” Prison Notebooks, Antonio Gramsci Art by and Photo credit: … Continue reading →

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Mike Schneider: In the Post-Truth World

Posted on February 11, 2017 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
the game of truth or consequences has no consequence. What does it matter if insurance agents quote Thoreau? The mass of men still lead lives of quiet desperation. Guns are not on sale at the…

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Video: Adrienne Rich reads “What Kind of Times Are These?”

Posted on January 28, 2017 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
. Adrienne Rich reads her poem “What Kind of Times Are These.” Filmed at the Geraldine R. Dodge Poetry Festival. Adrienne Cecile Rich (1929 – 2012) was an American poet and essayist who was an…

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You Reading This, Be Ready

Posted on January 19, 2017 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Paper Pencil Life:
A poem I’ve been reading on repeat. A poem I will be referring back to. (thank you, Kim Cody for sending it to me)

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Especially in This Winter We Must Remember Who We Are

Posted on January 11, 2017 by randomyriad

It is what we must do each day, inch out on the ice with our hands together for support. It is fascism that attempts to give us security by making us safe from others. Security is always an illusion, a … Continue reading →

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