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  1. Tip Jar Redux

    A poem sequence in personal form

    Continued from:

    https://www.debatepolitics.com/blogs...6-tip-jar.html



    Last Call

    He sat out of focus
    at the end of the bar
    silent for centuries

    squaring the circle
    with boilermakers
    and beer nuts

    At length he raised a glass
    to the shadows and gleams
    with a tired flourish
    ...
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  2. On the Way to the Forum 6

    Continued from
    https://www.debatepolitics.com/blogs...forum-5-a.html



    Who is the third who walks always beside you?
    When I count, there are only you and I together
    But when I look ahead up the white road
    There is always another one walking beside you
    Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
    I do not know whether a man or a woman
    ...

    Updated 11-29-18 at 03:32 PM by Angel

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  3. On the Way to the Forum 5

    Continued from
    https://www.debatepolitics.com/blogs...forum-4-a.html



    Except for the point, the still point,
    There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.

    ―T.S. Eliot, Burnt Norton


    On the Way to the Forum
    a gory allegory
    (continued)


    §3


    Third time’s the charm.

    What’s a nice girl like you ...

    Updated 11-23-18 at 03:46 PM by Angel

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  4. On the Way to the Forum 4

    Continued from
    https://www.debatepolitics.com/blogs...forum-3-a.html




    We must be still and still moving
    Into another intensity
    For a further union, a deeper communion
    Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
    The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
    Of the petrel and the porpoise. In my end is my beginning.

    ― T.S. Eliot, East Coker

    ...

    Updated 11-23-18 at 08:40 AM by Angel

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  5. On the Way to the Forum 3

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    https://www.debatepolitics.com/blogs...forum-2-a.html

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    We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
    By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
    Till human voices wake us, and we drown.

    ― T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock



    On the Way to the Forum
    a gory allegory
    (continued)


    §2

    Let’s ...

    Updated 11-19-18 at 02:57 PM by Angel

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