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	<title>Scot Herrigel</title>
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		<description>Judge only the judgmental. </description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=665</link>
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		<title>Asteroid Man</title>
		<description>Asteroid, Asteroid, Asteroid Man
Flying through the cosmic spaces
All fire and raw-edged implacability,
Impervious to the railroad
Elliptical conformities that befall
The lesser bodies.
 
Asteroid, Asteroid, Asteroid Man,
Self-directed, Iron-willed,
A shooting star is a joy to see:
Comet tailed silver slicing like a scimitar
Through fixed celestial geometries.
 
Asteroid, Asteroid, Asteroid Man
When I heard of the catastrophe ...</description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=663</link>
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		<description>An atheist is just an existentialist with no style or artfulness. </description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=652</link>
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		<description>Those who seek to make crooked trees straight end up with broken, dead or destructive things:  faith in life is of far greater importance than faith in dogma. </description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=650</link>
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		<description>The dimensions of unconsciousness are much larger than those of consciousness. </description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=649</link>
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		<title>Metamorphosis</title>
		<description>Ragged clothes adorn the frame
That hunches over the cane, propped
Like a mass for which there is no longer use.
A crown at his feet is slandered with mud
And his contorted visage and dark eyes
Seem like the firsthand account of travesty and travail
Imparted as if by a mythical bard on the aged ...</description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=646</link>
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		<title>Two Cents on The Islamic Center - hopefully of more value than the counterfeit bills accounting for a majority of the current commerce.</title>
		<description> There has been a significant amount of discussion lately concerning the proposed Islamic Center which is to be built two blocks from Ground Zero. The issue of its construction has sparked a conflagration of oppositionist sentiment. The argument against it seems to be based mainly on the notion that ...</description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=638</link>
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		<title>A Tendency</title>
		<description>There is a horror – it’s alive -
Concealed behind all knowing eyes –
A tiger stalking in the trees,
A jungle prowler stealthily
Emitting low toned growls that are
Like visions from the dark afar,
Like winds that carry in their hands
The riches mined from hellish lands –

A predator that knows the art
Of menacing the ...</description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=632</link>
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		<title>Saturday Morning</title>
		<description>?
Lawn mower mowing
Across the Street
Instruments! Instruments! Instruments!
Doings
A man at the helm,
A man at the man;
What causes?
What moves?
What drives?

Women live in my head:
Distillations, essences,
Prismatic
Projections,
Charms that will
Like a sun
The ocean’s mighty pulse.

Where is the intersection
Of spirit and matter?

How did we, as humans,
Climb out of the dross?

What is this hubris
Of ego and
Free will?

Why ...</description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=616</link>
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		<title>Contingency</title>
		<description>What was it that propelled
My ancestors
To Drive, Drive
Their wind drawn chariots
Across the deep, blue violent chasm,
The storm hungry sea?

What caused the flocks
Of humans to fly
In great migrating droves:
Wave after wave of egoistic
Flesh falling like promethean comets
On these American shores

What was it but the desire,
A personally distilled impersonality,
To improve –
The selfishness ...</description>
		<link>http://www.scotherrigel.com/?p=606</link>
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