I must admit, I'm a news junkie. Not main stream media, as it's terribly slanted and full of half truths and lies. No, I get my news from all over the place. Not just from the Internet sources, but foreign short wave broadcasts. At some deep level, I really want to know what's going on.
Then there's the flip side of my personality, the part that wants to live like a hermit. Maybe a bit more of that is coming back into play. Lately I've had the strangest desire for good poetry. Nothing too recent. Perhaps some 17th century English poetry to start things off.
Why poetry, of all things? Well, journalism speaks to my analytical mind. Poetry speaks to more instinctual levels. Good poets knew something about the human condition and could speak to people's hearts. Maybe that's what I need lately -less mind and more heart.
Friday Night Steam
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