D. J. Reddall

Joined June 2022

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I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

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The Ninth Day
Eight bright and bowing dawns were just for me This rich, green island was my glad garden No prince or priest or bearded knight could see
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Digital Learning
The conflation of recollection and cogitation Learning to think like machines, as it were While we create machines that seem to think like we used to think
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Beloved Boulder
“The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”--Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A Song for Saraswati
Ablutions sacred and sanctifying I seek, sensational Saraswati Born far from your home, accustomed to deities strange and new am I
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Text Message
What sort of being Do we meet only in books? Where do we meet gods?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Lusty Lyrics
“When how the smile, long wearied for, we read/Was kissed by him who loved like none before,/This one, who henceforth never leaves me, laid/A kiss on my mouth, trembling the while all o’er.” Dante Alighieri's Inferno, Translated by James Romanes Sibbald, Canto V, lines 130-140.
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Campaign
If politics becomes mere entertainment Along with everything else The temptation germinates and rapidly grows to vote For the strangest, most dangerous possibility
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Golden Years
As compared to my work long ago I seldom sweat now, don’t cha know? Postmodern twits love naught but gold From the day they are born ‘til they’re old
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Killed Without a Knife
“A man appointed to be a judge has been killed without a knife.” ― Idries Shah, Caravan of Dreams When you create, do not fear the judges
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
The Land of the Free
If humans are free They've the freedom they can take In every sense
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
It Flows
If these words can mean Anything their reader likes Why were they written?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Autumn's General
All negotiations with time fail: In youth, we cannot wait for tomorrow In age, we flee from it to no avail As days pass, there are fewer to borrow
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets