Disastrous are disasters. Paradise is such a lonely place that we are doomed, anyway. But at the meeting point of its rivers the horizon is always enlarged, the imagination unleashed. *** Love creates sand-storms and loosens reality’s building blocks. Its feverish energy takes us into the heart of mountains. Sometimes, a frozen moon illuminates…
A widespread feature of Christianity is hardly ever spoken of. Entire cultural groups are yet to recover from this malignant, distorted, misshapen evaluation of human sexuality. Perhaps you’ve the wrestled with a haunting of shame, the guilt-goblin that obstructs, persists, impeding a natural expression of your mammalian self? Hauntings are concealed, never spoken of…
The Song of the Idiot By Ranier Maria Rilke They do not hinder me. They let me go.They say, nothing could happen even so. How good.Nothing can happen. Everything revolves engrossedalways around the Holy Ghost,around a certain ghost (you know)— how good.No, one should really not supposethat there is any danger in those.There’s of…
A friend pointed me to this poem by Wm. Blake. How important is friendship, a few associations that are mutually cultivated for years, over an arc of time. I owe my growth as an adult to the recommendations received from friends, the books, poems, film, – all of that, the deposits in the bank…
Saturday morning is overcast. A storm moved through last night. We needed the rain. I feel gratitude for timely rain, because circumstances could be otherwise. I’ll not dwell upon that! Here is a poem that speaks to many things. The female poetess describes a birth, which is a primal and spiritual matter, a dying…
I understand this poem was found in T. S. Eliot’s papers. It appears to have been written in the last years of his writing career. The poem is a composition of poems which were previously written and published. Near to the end of a journey one sometimes is able to understand how once seeming…
We Are In Charge Dance on this verge, do not let the ruling fools of this dying world consummate their curses. Rise up, defy, resist! Uncork the sacred rage! Be and become the new culture of euphoric duty, and insurrectionary beauty. Join the new alliance! Needed: radical curiosity, reverent pranks, voracious listening….
In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is…
Spring by Alan L. Strang Spring time is here with its sunshine and showers, All nature is waking from its long winter sleep. The gardens are blooming with beautiful flowers, The song-birds are carolling melodies sweet. Alan L. Strang (1908 – 1919) was born in Spokane, Washington. His family moved to Redwood City, California…
Late again to Starbucks today. Restless night, waking at 2AM and lying still, waiting for sleep to return. Another session, looking at this screen wondering what to write. Sometimes there is a theme that bears more words, thought and development. But is anything possibly a start over? According to Parmenides everything is apriori inscribed,…
