Below is an excerpt from the poem Some Further Words, by Mr. Wendell Berry, one of my favorite writers. Berry critiques the land he loves with a wise reverence, and although this poem was written decades ago it is timeless and carries special meaning today. The world is babbled to pieces after the divorce of…
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To Spring by William Blake
O THOU with dewy locks, who lookest down Through the clear windows of the morning, turn Thine angel eyes upon our western isle, Which in full choir hails thy approach, O Spring! The hills tell one another, and the listening Valleys hear; all our longing eyes are turn’d Up to thy bright pavilions: issue forth…
Gone Before by Dobby Gibson
Gone Before Sadness, though your beard may be fake, your anonymity is quite real, whispered the dying man to his nurse, raising his arms for his last sponge bath. Early renderings had no vanishing point. Painters dream in oil. Dreams, like canaries, are sent down into our mineshafts to discover how long we might survive;…
I Am In the Air Right Now
I Am In the Air Right Now from Greg Lytle on Vimeo. An animated poem by Kathryn Regina
Thrown as if Fierce & Wild by Dean Young
You don’t have a clue, says the power drill to the canoe hanging from the rafters. Is life a contest everything plays by different rules for different prizes? You’re really worthless, aren’t you? barks the cherry tree covered with eponymous fruit to the wagon lying on its side. Unfair! Wasn’t that wagon not two days…
Kierkegaard: I can abstract from everything but not from myself
1836 I have just returned from a party of which I was the life and soul; wit poured from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me–but I went away–and the dash should be as long as the earth’s orbit————————–and wanted to shoot myself. Damn and hell, I can abstract from everything but not from myself,…
Fortune by Dobby Gibson
It can never be that way again.Every neighbor is, to some degree, a spy. When you arrive, they will have been expecting you. And still a cold wind washes silver through he gate. Smut glows from behind the gas station registers. Most things float when they die. They need you in wardrobe, fair enough, but…
The Incompetence of Memory
Why do you keep telling me this?Stop. I know this already, you do not need to continue. I’m going to stop listening know, thanks. Wait, maybe we should talk. I’m going to ask you some stupid questions because I need to remember. I’m consumed with one thing and before you know it I’m off to…
One book, printed in the hearts own wax, is worth a thousand in the stacks
For those early writers, a trained memory wasn’t just about gaining easy access to information. It was about strengthening ones personal ethics and becoming a more complete person. A trained memory was the key to cultivating judgement, citizenship and piety. What one memorized helped shape ones character. Just as the secret to becoming a chess…