Quoted in the Grove:
The failure to read good books both enfeebles the vision and strengthens our most fatal tendency – the belief that the here and now is all there is.
~Allan Bloom
In the case of good books, the point is not how many of them you can get through, but rather how many can get through to you.
~Mortimer J Adler
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.
~Mark Twain
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Posted from the Grove:
By request, a musical progression:
~Greg Laswel: Dodged a Bullet
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PPiFIejACyg
~Crosby, Stills and Nash: Wasted on the Way
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lln-5lBoiRY
~Paul McCartney: You Gave Me the Answer
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyo_xGyVJuA
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Prewritten for Thurs Word Games (10/13) @6pm PT/9 ET is: indigo, cafe
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@Writers Platform:
Prewritten: ecstasy, treason
~BarTalk: Justice 4 Just US
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Impromptu: slither, song
~MissMerry: MM Impromptu
In a tumble, fall, or slither
the words fall
a jumble
come hither,
echos of the heart
warm and dark
an ache,
a low soft moan,
yearnings,
all in a dither
and become
a song of love…
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~Piffin: “Verse”
I dream of a song
Write it down; midnight in bed
Early next morn
The verse that I’ve born
Is scribbly-scratched and misread
Another vain treasure
I’ll never get to share
Don’t matter a lot
‘Cause tees that I dot
Are met with yawn and blank stare
Descending to kitchen
Bare feet on tread and pile
I percolate Joe
Half-lidded, I go
Onto the deck with a smile
The slithery wash load
Is dancing on the line
Neighbors out chatting
Kittens out catting
Everyone is doing fine
My dream-song unsung
My day has begun
And everyone is doing fine
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~Greenie: Breathy Voice
Thinking along a random thought
something undefined, became a’wrought
Trying to recall an inner song
words became a writhing throng
Clamorous ringing in my brain
can’t decipher a single refrain
Soul song raging to be let free
innermost urges within the depths of me
Slithering along the corridors so dark
waiting for the hope of a spark
Spilling out from fingertips
breathy voice from my full lips
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~BarTalk: song of the saxophone
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