Category: Hope in Decline
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The Color of Art
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This instruction suggests that one ought to participate in an environment’s modus operandi. For example, find yourself in Portland? Drink coffee and ride a bike (though maybe not simultaneously). I like this expression and employ it regularly, though I’ve since debased it to the point of being…
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A Roadmap to Fairyland: an “On Fairy-Stories” Analysis
The road to Faërie is a perilous one. For starters, the realm itself is indescribable (though not imperceptible). If we are to commit to this journey, “we must travel hopefully if we are to arrive.” While in early development of The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien wrote an essay titled On Fairy-Stories in which…
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Portrait of a Man
“Who am I, Gamling?” King Théoden asks of his lieutenant in a calm-before-the-storm moment of hopelessness and self-doubt. I like to consider my identity as that of a Renaissance Man of the People. This may be considered a compound epithet merging, of course, the phrases Renaissance Man and Man of the People. A Renaissance Man…
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I am a puzzle
A maelstrom of identities To be flipped and sorted and examined Five hundred, a thousand, and more hats to wear In each moment Some too proud Others too timid Few just right But each eventually finds its place Only to be determined Through trial and good intent The true work begins As attention finally shifts…
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Fever Dreams & Delusions of Grandeur – Part 2
“Dark have been my dreams of late,” King Theoden says, triumphing against depression as Gandalf literally shows him the light, “but I feel as one new-awakened.” The more I read and live, the more I realize that the meaning of life is art. Centering art as the meaning of life entails the following prescriptions: 1)…
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Hope at the End of the World #3
Like the beacon of Amon Dîn Hope is kindled Or the straining of a voice In a concert-exhausted throat Hope lies in the proles, In people coming together, Uniting as a community Their mutual love blossoming Into something far greater Than the sum of their parts As in ‘big things,’ Hope Also lies in the…
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Hope at the End of the World #2
Hope is a star Burning radiantly Distant as the universe Yet beautiful and infinite The End of the World Is pocked by violence And endless division But, like the Star Who eventually explodes In wondrous marvel Hatred can shapeshift And become light Like the dying Star Hope persists Oft hidden Or covered by cloud But…
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