Editorial Reality is incredulously fleeting. With a snap of one’s fingers things change from second to second. One cannot with absolute perfection define the reality of the moment. Truly, it is ludicrous to even consider two events as happening simultaneously. Time bends and twists through and around space and with it, reality. A moment, then,Continue reading “7th of June 1898”
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31st of May 1898
Editorial With age comes wisdomSpring of life, one year olderAm I any wiser? Art of London Portrait of Edwardby Arthur Cole News of Art, Art of News Crows By Any Other Name – The Debonair Dilettante’s Exhibit The Royal Academy of Arts has recently sanctioned and hosted an even by one up-and-coming artist, the Debonair Dilettante.Continue reading “31st of May 1898”
24th of May 1898
Editorial Is it wrong to have doubts when suns are beginning to shine again? Through luck and merit and support, one can plough their way through the mud. It is not an easy task, but one certainly achievable. It has been done before, and there are steps that have been taken already. Truly, in fact,Continue reading “24th of May 1898”
17th of May 1898
Editorial Power. Power to change. To correct. Power innate and given. Possibilities can open to those whose mind is open and whose heart seeks a purpose. This is not the way I had expected to find. It is certainly one I have not known I wanted until the very moment I uttered those words. One mightContinue reading “17th of May 1898”
10th of May 1898
Editorial Truth is effervescence. Reality bubbles with possibility. Motes of possibility commingle and pass each other, merge at the most inopportune of moments. There is as much sense in asking what is true as there is in asking a tiger to be a servant to a rat. The simplest variation in the alterations of threadsContinue reading “10th of May 1898”
3rd of May 1898
Editorial Oh, chance, thou heartless bitch, gamblers merely a smeared stain on the undergarments of your ego. Oh, what spools of silver temptation you spin; a yarn with which those foolish enough to venture into your bed willingly strangulate themselves (all, presumably, to escape your grasp once and for all). The only feeling you canContinue reading “3rd of May 1898”
26th of April 1898
Editorial Buttons made of brassby R. J. Frogvarian Little buttons made of brass,Shiny, tiny buttons.Watch them glisten,Children mine, pieces of my heart. Break them up and toss them out,Watch them fall in love.Watch them glisten,Children mine, pieces of their hearts. Home they come with broken minds,Home they come to me.Watch them glisten,Broken hearts, buttons made ofContinue reading “26th of April 1898”
19th of April 1898
Editorial We all have ambitions in our life. There is a drive within us, a grand story waiting to be revealed to the world. What does your heart desire most? There is such a drive within me, a deep-seated desire. To be free of the Chains. The words that took my name. My pursuit ofContinue reading “19th of April 1898”
12th of April 1898
Editorial Spring has come to the world. Despite the damp darkness of the Neath we can feel the ease in the air. Warmer, lighter, breezier. Couples walking in parks whistle together; zailors sing louder and rowdier; laughter emanates throughout our fair city’s streets. Spring is here, we know, for we can feel the sunlight inContinue reading “12th of April 1898”
5th of April 1898
Editorial Immense joy is to be found in deep pursuit of one’s interests. The flame that fuels one’s desire is to be stoked and taken nice care of – subdued when the heat gets too unbearable, encouraged more and more were it to diminish to cinders. So sublime is the feeling of embetterment. We, humans,Continue reading “5th of April 1898”
