Thursday, March 4, 2010

COMMENCEMENT

These artless lyrics were formed in the light that burns of material deprivation, but turns to illuminate the overwhelming spirit of renunciation.
The images sketched in the lyrics are of little value, except as select expressions exhausting the conflict experienced betwixt the materially bound mind and the spiritual freedom glimpsed in the intellect.
Back then, twenty five years ago, the verse were recorded because they had seemed unusual, intensely provoking to the self. What they served is proof now, at my 51 years of age.
The writer's inadequacies, of talent and craft, are legion. Spotting them would be child's play. 

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