November 2011
4 tags
Us As Mountains
You are the Rocky Mountains thrusting into clear skies young muscles of chiseled granite standing tall and elegant over the plains you make your rivers run rapid through deep canyons of white water that carries your body and soul to a sacred ocean I am the Appalachians once higher than Everest now soft low rounded hills draped in blue mist My rivers meander slowly with no urgency of youth older...
4 tags
Really Good Shit
The taste of addiction clutched his tongue
fucked his brain and gripped his lungs
slithered down his throat and grabbed his guts
squeezed his heart and shrunk his nuts.
—-Tito Titus
“You’ve been walking in circles, searching. Don’t drink by the water’s edge....”
– Jeanette Berson
“Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to...”
– Sylvia Plath
October 2011
5 tags
“I tell you: one must still have chaos in one to give birth to a dancing star.”
– Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
7 tags
“To live is to suffer, to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering.”
– Nietzsche
“A hive of bees is really a box of calm in a world that’s gone absolutely mad.”
– James Fischer, one of New York City’s honey-sweet rooftop beekeepers
“Suffering has been stronger than all other teaching, and has taught me to...”
– Charles Dickens
“I like a look of agony,
because I know it’s true.”
– Emily Dickinson
Ode to Cracked Black Pepper
small woody morsels
spicy, cracked, fragments
splinters of fresh hot darts
sprinkles,
you rain on the jungle foliage
of our deep green salads,
leap gleefully into our soups,
sharp and pungent
you tickle our tongues.
—Joy Hui Lin
8 tags
The Aspen Affair
poetfire:
If a tree could say
“Hey there, big boy.”
it would be the Aspen.
She would say it while
shimmying in the wind
beneath an empty western sky,
her gently rounded leaves
wiggling and waving
for a man with an eye
heart and love of land,
her tender branches
bending, embracing the breeze
reaching for the rush
that comes in evening warm.
Pines are spiritual
the way they moan and wail...
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“What would I have looked like if I had been a woman? I fear that I would have...”
– —Poet on Fire
The Blessing →
The skin cracks like a pod. There never is enough water. Imagine the drip of it, the small splash, echo in a tin mug, the voice of a kindly god. Sometimes, the sudden rush of fortune. The municipal pipe bursts, silver crashes to the ground and the flow has found a roar of tongues. From the huts,
“He wanted things to add up, but they didn’t.
Some things were less, and some...”
“The meaning of life is just to be alive. It is so plain and so obvious and so...”
– Alan Watts
“For an instant I think I saw. I saw the loneliness of man as a gigantic wave...”
– -Carlos Castaneda
