tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post8959346297740540100..comments2024-03-24T11:17:10.498-07:00Comments on Unemployed Imagination.: 2 Minutes. Go!JD Maderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13058074115809620653noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-15972650237023538032021-09-19T15:37:15.126-07:002021-09-19T15:37:15.126-07:00Dan, this feels like a slight departure, a shift i...Dan, this feels like a slight departure, a shift in tone. Usually I feel like I could tell a Dan Mader piece, but this one I might not have guessed was you. I'm intrigued because it's hard to do that, make your writing not sound like you. I love it too, though. The extended image in that last paragraph is awesome! David Antrobushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08486219404600185419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1128469884487763839.post-15129401008725583972021-09-17T19:07:46.814-07:002021-09-17T19:07:46.814-07:00Dead poets speak no lies.
The living — penning dec...Dead poets speak no lies.<br />The living — penning deceit of self,<br />seeking comfort; justice<br />in absolutes. Absolutely seeking<br />justified comfort;<br />comforting justice.<br /><br />Not all words violate truth.<br />But those who speak of all(s)? No.<br />Nothing.<br /><br />Lines of forever, vows lining up<br />into lie after lie.<br />Ask instead:<br />what stanzas form<br />when infinity vanishes;<br />when life leaves bleeding;<br />when crafted commonality<br /> becomes<br />shambled division;<br /><br />when pronouns<br />become<br />only<br />singular.<br />Gryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05807314366312038458noreply@blogger.com