STENDHAL SYNDROME He gave his nom de plume to a syndrome that speeds the heart and makes consciousness faint in the presence of preserved pronouncements, skillfully and visually presented, conveying significance or beauty. Art is a three-letter word, and, like God, sublime for the most part. Look in its face, and you‘ll see beyond brushstrokes […]Read more "STENDHAL SYNDROME"
Masons Road joy poetry MORPHED The blissful butterfly seems unconcerned, while sipping nectar, flitting with its mate, but it remembers everything it learned when caterpillar seemed its only fate. When it could merely inch along and feed to saturate its flesh with pungency of bitter leaves – a deft defense, indeed, from predators from […]Read more "Morphed"
SENSE OF REALTY We think one day we’ll find another Earth encircling some other distant sun. It won’t be like the planet of our birth. not one can stand up to comparison. If lucky, we’ll find one that’s the right mass — not to crush us with its gravitation — with atmosphere made of breathable […]Read more "SENSE OF REALTY"
POOR REFLECTION If we find life a few light-years from here, and it turns out that that life’s multi-celled and that it is intelligent, I fear they’ll still be dumb, and hope will be dispelled. What if they’re even stupider than us – some ancient culture that never evolved – no bronze age, their […]Read more "POOR REFLECTION"
THE NURTURE OF NATURE We think we can preserve the life we see by simply storing it genetic’ly, or in museums of taxidermy or zoos, that almost let it wander free. An animal that’s caged might perform stunts But wont display natural behavior the tiger that is fed no longer hunts, and the zookeeper is […]Read more "The Nurture Of Nature"