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The Day of Poetry is Coming (1996) |
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Wednesday, 28 August 1996 08:08 |
Some people do not have, or claim not to have, any feelings for poetry. I find this hard to accept, believe, or understand; for is not poetry the encapsulation of everything we are and every thing we hope to be? Is not poetry life itself?
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Tuesday, 16 July 1996 01:40 |
We spend most of our lives dreaming instead of doing, hoping for a lucky break and waiting for someone or something to come along that will change our lives and make everything we've dreamed of come true. Unfortunately, for most of us, that never happens, and we realise usually later than sooner, that we are the heroes and heroines of our own lives and the writers of our own life stories.
© Fungai James Tichawangana
University of Zimbabwe, G57 NC5
Tuesday 16 July 1996
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A Volatile Mixture (1995) |
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Monday, 06 March 1995 17:16 |
Life is a volatile mixture of all things;
volatile in the sense that when "all things" are not in equilibrium, we lose it...
© Fungai James Tichawangana
Monday 6 March 1995 |
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Monday, 06 March 1995 17:03 |
We have been given the power to overcome;
to override our human weaknesses- to go beyond even what seem absolute limitations. Yes- to touch the furthest stars: but often, we are unable to find this power, or use it...
© Fungai James Tichawangana
Monday 6 March 1995 |
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Pieces of Prose