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As the Dead Prey Upon Us

As the dead prey upon us, they are the dead in ourselves, awake, my sleeping ones, I cry out to you, disentangle the nets of being! Excerpt of As the Dead Prey Upon Us by Charles Olson Print by Tom Edwards

Richard Kerney & Paul Ricoeur Explain the Metamorphic Potential of Metaphore

Ricoeur’s analysis of imagination’s role of the metaphorical play of language leads him to the ontological paradox of creation-as-discovery. ‘Through the recovery of the capacity of language to create and recreate, we discover reality itself in the process of being created…Language in the making celebrates reality in the making.’ Ricoeur can thus conclude that ‘the…

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A Poem of The Most Profane Sort

The old woman tilted her head like a cat who had just heard cellophane crinkle. It was almost as if she could hear something that I could not. “I would rather not speak at all than to speak words doomed to immanent ignorance,” she croaked. I had hardly begun my reply when, after following the…

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A New Language. Do you speak it?

Another Language Recently another language has grown up within the one others use. The new language has a special way: it avoids saying obvious things as if they are not so obvious; it never proclaims something that the kind of person being addressed is presumed to know already; it courteously gives credit to the needs…

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Among these dark Satanic Mills? William Blake’s Jerusalem

JERUSALEM (from ‘Milton’) by: William Blake (1757-1827) And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? Bring me my…

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