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Wine and love are fine, but, like bodies, reveal no truth beyond death. ~ LRS
Poetry by Lawrence R. Spencer. Poetic nonsense by Lawrence R. Spencer and others. Haiku poems by Lawrence R. Spencer.
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Wine and love are fine, but, like bodies, reveal no truth beyond death. ~ LRS
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“A MIND IS NOT A BRAIN. A MIND IS IMAGINATION, THE SOURCE OF CREATION, WHERE UNIVERSES ARE MADE.”
— Lawrence R. Spencer —
Photo by Michael Peck Evanesce
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Just when I think I’ve seen “the truth” I realize there are a lot more “truths” to be seen and understood.
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George Bernard Shaw (26 July 1856 – 2 November 1950) was an Irish playwright, critic and polemicist whose influence on Western theater, culture and politics extended from the 1880s to his death and beyond. He wrote more than sixty plays, including major works such as Man and Superman (1902), Pygmalion (1912) and Saint Joan (1923). Shaw became the leading dramatist of his generation, and in 1925 was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature.
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The Montreaux Jazz Festival in July 2010 was the last filmed performance by Gary Moore before his untimely death in February 2011. The song in this video is “STILL GOT THE BLUES FOR YOU”. It features incomparably heart-wrenching lyrics and one of the most magnificent guitar solos ever performed.
If you have ever been heartbroken over the loss of a Lover or Loved One this song will make you cry or feel like crying, not matter how long ago that loss may have happened. This is the ultimate “beautiful sadness” song. One of the reasons that a lost love is so painful and seems to forever is because the beauty, pleasurable moments , spiritual affinity we shared with our lost companion is indestructible. We cannot destroy or deny moments of pleasure, no matter how long or how hard we try. So, we might as well relish the beauty of sadness — and fondly remember the lost loves of our lives. They are far too few and too infrequent.