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P.S. Moore, or More More

My apologies, as it occurs to me that not everyone would know who Thomas Moore is. That is Saint Thomas Moore, from the 15th century, hence the prophetic words quoted in the previous post. To provide information, with credit to Thomas More – Wikipedia:

Sir Thomas More (7 February 1478 – 6 July 1535), venerated in the Catholic Church as Saint Thomas More,[7][8] was an English lawyer, social philosopher, author, statesman, and noted Renaissance humanist. He also served Henry VIII as Lord High Chancellor of England from October 1529 to May 1532.[9] He wrote Utopia, published in 1516,[10] which describes the political system of an imaginary island state. He had died before it was published.

The play, A Man For All Seasons was about Sir Thomas. He ultimately met his end (as did many) at the hands of King Henry VIII’s executioner. It should be noted that his last name was spelled both ways: More and Moore.

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Sir Thomas More (1527) by Hans Holbein the Younger

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More More More

I always feel I should write more and I have spurts of production. And blogging (interesting how that became a word, no?). In the arena of More, however it seems to count more if it’s in the fiction that I produce. Produce is the wrong word here, as production only seems to work with blogs and Tumblr and such. Fiction is just writing. (Not Just as in the diminutive but as in Singular. Perhaps.) And then sometimes as I write I feel like such a phony and counterfeiter. But only as I read back, not as I produce (ha!). And such is this.

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Picasso—Woman

Note the use of the singular. Is this then the same woman? All of them? What makes them the same? Different? Is it not in so in writing? Is it not all the same thing presented in different forms and stages of undress? Isn’t the last woman an angel? The wings behind her in white feathers. Or is it just more?