September 2009
31 posts
August 2009
62 posts
Hope. (Emily Dickinson)
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
—- Emily Dickinson
“The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page.”
– ST. AUGUSTINE
A Six Year Slumber
Were we meant for this?
Do our lungs fill with air only at the sight of that which takes your breath away?
Does our blood flow because our hearts beat on and on and on and on to the rhythm of a diligent drum?
Does our thirst get extinguished with helpings of plum flavored passion while our stomachs receive rations for we stay hungry?
Do our gazing eyes stay lovingly fixed on the horizon of...
Progression Procession.
Oh, why there you are! It’s my Poetic Ambition - you’ve been lying low. I heard you gave up on transition?
No, no, my dear friend Justified Pessimism, please listen! I think you heard wrong from a man lost in thought who stands not even 6 feet tall.
So then where were you? It made more sense to me to quit, retire, jump in the sea - extinguish the fire. Who would blame you after...
Stepping on Regression.
Let’s let our troubled troubles
fall down the stairs
because we can still look
up and up
at those repetitive stars
scarring
the overwhelming black
which we think
well, we know, we’re over
our heads.
Now I’m back at the bottom
of the stairs.
On the eve....
As I’m sitting here awaiting my departure which is in less than 48 hours, a lot of different things are running through my head.
I will be back on the road again and back on stage again. It will all be a breath of fresh air and I could not be anymore excited.
But as I move forward I must leave many things behind. Even if it is for only two weeks - it is never an easy thing to do. ...
“Perfection is everywhere if we only choose to recognize it.”
– Okakura Kakuzo
