Chang Posted January 26, 2016 its efficacious diving deep into oneself mirroring virtue mirroring virtue Janus one head two faces God of beginnings 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
liminal_luke Posted January 26, 2016 mirroring virtue Janus one head two faces God of beginnings God of beginnings Seven days and seven nights Or just one big bang? 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Taomeow Posted January 27, 2016 Or just one big bang? Mutually exclusive? Not in Enoch's book. Not in Enoch's book what that dweeb Charles Dawkins wrote: "You are a robot." 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted January 27, 2016 Not in Enoch's book what that dweeb Charles Dawkins wrote: "You are a robot." you are a robot said teacher to the pupil man is a machine Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Apech Posted January 27, 2016 you are a robot said teacher to the pupil man is a machine man is a machine a tractor perhaps or just a girl attractor. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
liminal_luke Posted January 27, 2016 (edited) man is a machine a tractor perhaps or just a girl attractor. a girl attractor explains his own process of mechanization Edited January 27, 2016 by liminal_luke 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted January 27, 2016 a girl attractor explains his own process of mechanization mechanisation is the Luddites worse nightmare man against machine Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted January 31, 2016 man against machine. Anything is better than cyborgs and hybrids. man against machine. Anything is better than cyborgs and hybrids. cyborgs and hybrids inhabit our brave new world what future for man. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
zanshin Posted February 1, 2016 cyborgs and hybrids inhabit our brave new world what future for man. what future for man an ordinary morning February dawn 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted February 1, 2016 what future for man an ordinary morning February dawn February dawn ice cracks with sound like thunder cold frigid winter 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
doc benway Posted February 1, 2016 cold frigid winter words hang suspended in air frozen in space-time 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
liminal_luke Posted February 1, 2016 frozen in space-time, very active in time-space balanced procession balanced procession not to fast and not too slow learning how to walk 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
zanshin Posted February 1, 2016 balanced procession not to fast and not too slow learning how to walk learning how to walk we trudge toward the horizon geese split gray stone skies 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted February 1, 2016 learning how to walk we trudge toward the horizon geese split gray stone skies geese split gray stone skies the beating of many wings breaks the winter calm 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
liminal_luke Posted February 1, 2016 geese split gray stone skies the beating of many wings breaks the winter calm breaks the winter calm the hard-won and fragile peace a fist through the wall 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted February 2, 2016 breaks the winter calm the hard-won and fragile peace a fist through the wall a fist through the wall impotent rage manifest such lack of control 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted February 2, 2016 such lack of control or such control of a lack? ---"I meant to do that." ..."I meant to do that" but regret follows at heel Oh consequences Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted February 2, 2016 Oh consequences Oh, what time hath wrought for all... alas, it is done. alas, it is done beer got me into this mess gin will get me out! 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
zanshin Posted February 3, 2016 my pirate coffee dreams of ocean patios washed by bitter rain Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Mark Foote Posted February 3, 2016 my pirate coffee dreams of ocean patios washed by bitter rain washed by bitter rain east of the ponds, Alberta what will we give up Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
liminal_luke Posted February 3, 2016 washed by bitter rain east of the ponds, Alberta what will we give up what will we give up gracefully, defeatedly when we too grow old? 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted February 4, 2016 what will we give up gracefully, defeatedly when we too grow old? when we grow too old we shall wear our trousers roll'd and still eat a peach 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Apech Posted February 4, 2016 when we grow too old we shall wear our trousers roll'd and still eat a peach and still eat a peach even though the tree still bears its perfect blossom. 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Chang Posted February 4, 2016 and still eat a peach even though the tree still bears its perfect blossom. its perfect blossom falls to the north winds bluster like snow in Spring time 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Kar3n Posted February 4, 2016 its perfect blossom falls to the north winds bluster like snow in Spring time like snow in Spring time like thunderstorms in winter precipitation Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
