No one is “good” at yoga in the way that no one is “good” at working out or...– lazyyogi
It was our fault, and our very great fault— and now we must turn it to use....– Rudyard Kipling, “The Lesson,” 1901
It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions; Else one self mate...– Kent in King Lear by W.S.
My diaries are letters from my former self to my future self. My poems are...– Vera Pavlova (tr. Steven Seymour), “Heaven Is Not Verbose: A Notebook” (Poetry, April 2012)
A Chinaman of the T’ang dynasty- and by which definition a philosopher- ...– Guildenstern in Tom Stoppard’s play Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead
Whatever they say about time, life only moves in one direction, that’s a...– Decreation by Anne Carson
Chasing Daylight into Existence
Some times I don’t fell human (not alive) Sometimes clouds hang heavier, thicker, lower in the sky, pregnant with a rage. Another traditional airship fact for the caption of that ship. Red hair bronze in the glowing horizon, stands eating the salty waves between shanks of biscuit slabs. Chasing daylight away. Or ...
If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there’d be...– John Lennon (via what-a-whale)
I wanted a day with cracks, to let the godlight in.– Rosanna Warren, from “Man in Stream” (via proustitute) Hmm… I must ponder this.
Of Mere Being by Wallace Stevens
The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises In the bronze decor, A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm, without human meaning, without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason That makes us happy or unhappy. The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The...
Journal Entry 1-25-12
A moonlit beach. A fistful of stars hanging crisply in the autumn urbanscape. A place of no return. Thought out enclosure that I’ve already explored. This is a cage I have paced many times. Two elements that I hold dear: water and darkness, but that I can not combine. An uneasy feeling perches firmly in my heart. A thump, thump, thumping until I can’t remember no more. Just a something...
The world as the classroom
Not all words of wisdom are wise. Not all facts from reality derived. Not all views have a true side. Close your eyes, Let intuition guide.
When there is nothing there will be no one And we will sing all in the darkness of our nature our purpose our light so come now and sing with me. The stars have fallen from the skies, only the red glow of the nebulas remain.
…then I think my mom will be blind by 60. I feel better to know where I stand—it’s not all bad.
We stand in a circle, though there are only two of us.
The truth of the matter is that Limbaugh is lying when he says that he sincerely...– Ari Kohen, on Rush Limbaugh’s apology to Sandra Fluke. (via pantslessprogressive)
anger stunted with nightless insomnia poison forgotten breakfast greets you with leafy rosy rays of fall, treaties of peace
skinny rays of light your total absence is felt as summer fades your road is less traveled now my brown hair is still undone
sage dress hanging by the white Victorian pane with my emptiness
Journal Entry 2-19-12
Sitting quietly inside fear. Letting the examples and the realities reside side by side. Because sometimes life is nothing without fact and at other times, well, let’s just acknowledge that there are other things, but leave it at that. At the idea of the green dress swaying by the window sill. The future sitting a moment at hand. A head and behind. And instead, for once, of taking the path of...
streaming down my hair autumn’s crisp golden light seeks lost pieces of our love
Darkness of the Expanse
O dreamer of all the world, of all the existence, of all that there is No modle of reality in the darkness in the expanse. Here, in this New York winter, we have all the snow. As they gobble it up in the south.
I sat on the bus lugging around my silvery book— the one about sex, violence and anger. I thought, who would read this? And then turned the cover down and stared at my own reflection. Ah, I see your point. Well made. What does it say about you as you read it looking for answers in all the strange places? Is the unanswered question. The one that only we can answer for ourselves? Trying to...