My Vortex of Chaos

On a daily basis I come across a multitude of random things, images, literature, art & poetry that I find to be mostly wonderful.

31.3.11

Were it not for music, we might in these days say, the Beautiful is dead.

~Benjamin Disraeli

Posted by M. Casey McCarroll at Thursday, March 31, 2011

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Though my heart beats in a metronome of monotone, like the meticulous ticking of a grandfather clock, your will tells me that the winds make...
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The Dream Aphra Behn All trembling in my arms Aminta lay, Defending of the bliss I strove to take; Raising my rapture by her kind delay, H...
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Blues by Elizabeth Alexander I am lazy, the laziest girl in the world. I sleep during the day when I want to, 'til my face is creased a...
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Morning (Love Sonnet XXVII) by Pablo Neruda Naked you are simple as one of your hands; Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round. You've...
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Your not a mystery, exactly. Nor enigmatic. it's just that your hard drive is internal. You have no flashing lights. You look better in ...

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