This is Constantine's artlog. He posted his poems in his own artlog forum for several years. He named the forum "Constantinople" and described it as "A byzantine journey through life's labyrinth."
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To honor our site members who are no longer with us.
And the gods of the market place say "Freedom is not free"
and War is peace
Freedom is slavery Winston tastes good like a cigarette should
thanks for the poem dino
a real gem
a real balanced full meal deal
disturbing and comforting
disturbing insight
comforting to know I am not alone in this land of dead souls
i've had to postpone my visit to baltimore due to school and finances, but i haven't forgotten what i've said to you and will keep my promise upon my return - hopefully, i can swing a visit during the holidays.
is that what it was
how much can someone enjoy a poem for the wrong reason.
just think how much more I would have liked it if I had got it.
such a light hearted thing
sounded so good.
tickled me and
and yet I went to the dark side
Soylent Green and all that.
go figure
no telling what someone with a metaphor challenged brain will take away from a poem
I been into olive oil lately
tasty and more healthy,
I don't use margarine anymore
suicide by butter.
looking all morning for a painting
from a post about "i love decadence..."
stumbled on it on a one of my five or six hardrives from a few years ago,
I supposed it is this beautiful fall weather that has me so interested in flouresence as a cultural anthropologist might use to the term to describe the decline of a culture, a beautiful thing to see, from a aesthetic point of view.
Forget the anthropologist's name he compared the four seasons to the stages a culture goes through, and fall he called the flouresence. a last flowering before it withers in to winter.
