frankjohnson
EOG Dedicated
"The antique people are fading out slowly
Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide
Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the tide
They put on their deathmasks and compromise daily
The new children will live for the elders have died
And I wave goodbye to America
And smile hello to the world"
Tim Buckley, circa 1968
I'm remembering today. A melancholy driven by our values dying and the incessant babble masquerading as thought courtesy of television news and internet political forums. Today I shall try to find inspiration instead from a time when illusion was for a moment anyway, pierced by poetry, insight, and clarity.
Like newspapers flaming in mind suicide
Their sham sandcastles dissolve in the tide
They put on their deathmasks and compromise daily
The new children will live for the elders have died
And I wave goodbye to America
And smile hello to the world"
Tim Buckley, circa 1968
I'm remembering today. A melancholy driven by our values dying and the incessant babble masquerading as thought courtesy of television news and internet political forums. Today I shall try to find inspiration instead from a time when illusion was for a moment anyway, pierced by poetry, insight, and clarity.
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