Tag Archives: Great Work

Black and White…

* …Mother said, “The spiral patterns on the gate don’t mean anything, dear, they’re just decoration.” If life is a search for meaning then it would be as well to point out from the start that there is none to … Continue reading

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Designer Protection…

* Without the crack could black shell of Night ever give flight to break of Day…? * Reblogged from France & Vincent

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The Drums of Affliction…

When Nan died she became a mountain, I don’t know why and it seems churlish to ask. She suffers terribly, forcing her craggy cave of a mouth into the shapes that form words… It took Gramps a year and a … Continue reading

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Free Day…

* The King of Morphlance was a moderate man. By this I mean that he was a man who preached moderation in all things and that, rather surprisingly, he also acted in accordance with this doctrine himself. As one might … Continue reading

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La Chapelle Verte… Stuart France

* All stands hidden Out-of-sight At the heart of the cavernous world. * All lies sequestered Black but comely In the cavernous heart of man. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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The Great Mystery… Stuart France

* Approach to the mysterium is silent, solitary and free from all self-seeking. * It is silent because in comparison with the mysterium all speech is feeble and imperfect. * Continue reading at Stuart France

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Turnings II… Stuart France

* … Now she was out in space my Soul had turned astronomical on me. I decided to give her free reign, as much rope as she wanted. Enough for a thousand and one hangings… “The Water Maiden has sacrificed … Continue reading

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Turnings… Stuart France

* …First she was a speck, black against the sky, then she was an arrow balancing the breeze, finally, after measuring the hole in the wall of my room with her wing-span, she became an awesome, majestic weight, sprung upon … Continue reading

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Time Line… Stuart France

* “The peat-bog is as the raven’s coat, the stuttering quagmire rehearses the talk of the rushes is come; the ocean sinks asleep into a smooth sea and the river which runs apace is cut down; light swallows dart aloft; … Continue reading

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Customs… Stuart France

* It has become customary, after our adventures, to tie them back into our starting point… * Reblogged from Stuart France

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