as clouds drift
over the hills
so go my thoughts
Month: December 2017
“The moment you declare a set of ideas to be immune from criticism, satire, derision, or contempt, freedom of thought becomes impossible.”
from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation
“The moment you declare a set of ideas to be immune from criticism, satire, derision, or contempt, freedom of thought becomes impossible.”
Salman Rushdie, writer
colors: for Vessy Gekova
blue crows ride a white wind
calling out names
of green humans here
of yellow humans there
as the earth runs red
under a violet sky
and oranges sail home
over the indigo sea
from a Ray Charles song
unable to say
what is in
the heart
for words
spoken
may chase
away
the object
of affection
“The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.”
from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation
“The surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that it has never tried to contact us.”
Bill Watterson, author Calvin and Hobbes, cartoonist
Self-portrait by Choi Seung-ja
another Korean poem translated by Geul on the blog Cardiac Slaves of the Stars
(translated from the Korean by geul)
I am nobody’s disciple
nor can I be anyone’s friend.
Dreaming a wicked dream in the weeds or bog
Offspring of darkness, flesh spied in shadow.
*
Mother, I am darkness.
From the morning old Adam and Eve
got up from the grass
I am the sadness of a long body.
*
In the bright streets children
twitter like birds
bloom like flowers
those dazzling natural people in the sunlight
the docile liquor they drink
doesn’t suit the split end of this tongue.
Coiled up in the weeds or the bog
only waiting for the poison of my sadness to spread through this body
*
Just as the child in the womb seeks
the mother’s love
facing the sky crying furtively
I dream an evil dream from the sun.
“Nothing worse could happen to one than to be…”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Nothing worse could happen to one than to be completely understood.”
– Carl Gustav Jung, Swiss, psychiatrist, psychotherapist
after Paul Eluard
there you perch
so precariously
on my eyelids
your name
on the tip
of my tongue
always you
on the edge
of my mind
like some specter
of what remains
just out of reach
still an hour away
water drips
through a filter
the aroma
of freshly brewed coffee
in the air
while I wait
for the sun
still an hour away
“…You live several lives while reading.”
from Douglas Moore’s blog Art of Quotation
“A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.”
Leonard Durso 