December 2011
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“In the end
these things matter most:
How well did you love?
How fully did you...”
– (via journalofanobody)
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““We have a soul at times.
No one’s got it non-stop,
for keeps.
Day after...”
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In Praise of Dreams
In my dreams I paint like Vermeer van Delft.
I speak fluent Greek and not just with the living.
I drive a car that does what I want it to.
I am gifted and write mighty epics.
I hear voices as clearly as any venerable saint.
My brilliance as a pianist would stun you.
I fly the way we ought to, i.e., on my own.
Falling from the roof, I tumble gently to the grass.
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The Red and The Black
We sat up late talking -
thinking of the screams of the tortured
and the last silence of starving children,
seeing the faces of bigots and murderers.
Then sleep.
And there was the morning, smiling
in the dance of everything. The collared doves
guzzled the rowan berries and the sea
washed in, so gently, so tenderly.
Our neighbours greeted us
with humour and...
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“The imagination, the one reality in this imagined world.”
– Wallace Stevens
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Everything Is Going to Be Alright
How should I not be glad to contemplate
the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window
and a high tide reflected on the ceiling?
There will be dying, there will be dying,
but there is no need to go into that.
The lines flow from the hand unbidden
and the hidden source is the watchful heart.
the sun rises in spite of everything
and the far cities are...
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Bach: Viola da Gamba Sonata No. 3 in G...
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“One never reaches home, but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world...”
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