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It Makes me Wonder
180,000 people in a field at night. The smell of woodsmoke from the bonfires around the periphery. A television camera picks out a raised arm with a burning torch and the image is projected to a massive backdrop. And then he starts to sing. There’s a lady who’s sure… August 11th 1979 in Knebworth…
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The Kaleidoscope Colours of God
As someone who comes from a monotheist tradition, I do find myself a little envious of religions which have a spectrum of Gods. It just seems like more fun. Of course, we do let ourselves go a bit when it comes to the Virgin Mary. We have Our Lady of Lourdes, Our Lady of Fatima…
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Angels and Muses and Music and Angles
When someone you love dies, you are in the presence of a universal inevitability. Only some of the tears are for the one who has passed. The others are because we are awestruck, overwhelmed by the sheer massiveness of the event. The curtain is lifted and we gaze into infinity and, as Nietzsche almost said,…
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Musings of a muse
Austen and Shakespeare have ruined me. In a world bereft of romance. I seek the one to whom a muse I could be. Could I inspire a poem, a song, a sonnet? Or will my life remain unsung? Doomed to be forgotten, like so many others.