# 123:

The hopeless prayers
are the most important prayers.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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Lights




















Without love,
Some kind,
Any kind of crazy love,
The lights are out
All over town.





~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Photograph by Julie A. King
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# 208:

When someone gives you advice,
ask yourself what they want from you.
It’s almost always something.



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# 191:

The real wealth of this life is time


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# 185:

In this information age, true understanding
requires us to go beyond generalization
and examine what is specific.



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# 159:

Disarm your enemies—laugh at them.


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# 157:

The secret of enlightenment:
It’s not what you think.



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# 131:

Kiss your dream sweetly or it will leave silently.


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# 117:

Being enlightened.
Knowing you’re not enlightened.
Pretty much the same thing.



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# 107:

It’s an ordinary poem in a gilded cage.


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# 226:

Knowing is remembering.
Experiencing is being.



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# 247:

All knowledge is based
on the amazing fact that we exist.



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Poetry Class


“Nothing beats an 18-year-old pair of hips.”

It’s from a poem. Her poem. That blond-haired girl in my college creative writing class, reading her poem out loud, a poem about her love of sex, of having sex, preferably with lean 18-year-old boys at the zenith of their sexual energies.


Within a few days of her recitation I noticed she began coming to class with the professor, a man not quite twice her age who evidently was quite willing to submit his hips to her critical assessment. 

Yes, they had definitely paired off, but unfortunately, the academic quarter came to an end before she had a chance to construct a poem about this new sexual experience.

But why should I let that fact limit my own imagination?

You Are Not My Daddy



Yes, you are not my daddy.
Yes, you are not my boyfriend.
Yes,
Yes,
Yes.

Oh my God,
Yes!

~ © Blond-haired College Girl

There’s nothing like a college education to expand one’s imagination.


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# 180:

We are a sales pitch nation.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 177:

Academic poets hide behind literary devices,
keeping a safe, intellectual distance
from what is intensely personal.



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# 211:

This Is The Age Of The Pure Self

Anarchy,
Not just for the dispossessed anymore,
It's catching on like wildfire,
A fad,
A new sport for the upper crust,
For those separated from the great mass
By privilege,
Power,
Perception.

This perception of superiority,
Now this is the motive force,
Not just for the well-to-do anymore,
No,
Even the lowest inhabitants of the social order
Feel superior these days.

Now,
In our cities and our streets,
In our homes and office buildings,
In all manner of public and private places,
Now,
No one is safe from this self-righteous anarchy.

This is war.

To each their own pure self,
The pure self that needs no law,
That bends to no man, woman or child,
That considers not its own frailties,
Sees no larger world beyond itself,
Enforces its iron rule without mercy,
No matter how trivial or mundane its kingdom may be.

Nor more humility,
No backing up,
No admission of error,
Of guilt,
Of responsibility.
All actions and motives of the pure self are beyond question.

We encounter one another
In our day-to-day lives
And exchange the menacing glance.
All is understood.
Ours is the age of the pure self.




~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 249:

When you are treated as if your life
has no worth, then you have
no honor to uphold.



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# 134:

I would legalize marijuana
for limited recreational use.
You could only smoke it
while playing badminton.



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Poetry























I Remove The Stone

In these later years I sometimes despair
When thought returns to unburdened times,
When moist-eyed remembrance,
Sorted from care,
Makes longing for such pleasant fiction
A stone in the heart.

Shamed by my childish discontent,
My sophisticated selfishness,
I hear my breathing,
I see this world,
I remove the stone.

~~~

I n poetry, the writing is the thing that comes last.




~ by Russ Allison Loar
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# 126:

Logic cannot reason away
the wounds of the heart.



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# 110:

I learn more from pain than pleasure.


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Mindings