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What legacy was the energy of this man, what fate!
His momentum was the Earth, it’s
rotation a force of the technologies of the
universe collaborating towards a singularity!
Where all things connect- subatomic madness abated.
Order in such simple form- now
a perfect endless annual symphony.

The Last of the Titans

The greatest thinkers of our day, the very thought leaders whose contributions to the world of literature and letters that shape the minds of our best and brightest are falling falling falling to time.

This August first we lost the last of the great crusaders in a long line of intellectuals and authors, Gore Vidal.

He had a long history in his 86 years of breaking with traditional fiction of the times. Of his 25 novels, 2 memoirs, volumes of essays, plays, television dramas and screenplays it was his early titles that were by account of many critics considered riske compared to his contemporaries at the time. He paved the way for honesty in the pages of a novel- and was a pioneer who revealed truth, however unwanted was at the time.

He twice ran for office in 1960 when he was the Democratic Congressional candidate for the 29th District in upstate NY, campaigning as aggressively in California as Caesar himself in Gaul- but lost at both attempts.

Gore Vidal was one of the last of the great Titans of the written word and truthfully I fear for fiction and it’s audiences around the globe.

If

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream — and not make dreams your master;
If you can think — and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings — nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run —
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And — which is more — you’ll be a Man, my son!
 
~Rudyard Kipling 

Marlin Fishing

The wind swept past
thundering in my ears and spraying ocean
in my face, dampening the sound of
the boat smashing over and down the
waves. The sun blotted the sky blinding
and made my shoulders heavy, but
I bellowed up
with excitement- hollering- my
breath heavy as I reeled
in the catch.

New Next Day

In life man seeks the
uncertainty of the morrow
with hope and the
knowledge of defeated
yesterdays hallow ring
still resounding deep
in his ear. He looks
abreast for an extra step
amidst the pace of a
great march and seeks
the solace of a
new next day.

It is this great march
that keeps the nature
of the beast foraging.
Bursting forth. Giving
rise to the new next days
tomorrow.