“Only those who are, themselves, on the dusty road of becoming-dust can love others who (or that) have embarked on a similar journey at birth or at the time of their fabrication.” – Michael MarderMore
Tag Archives: aphorisms
Spanning the gulf, or trying to, come what may
The true knight of faith is a witness, never a teacher, and therein lies his deep humanity…
– KierkegaardMore
On what is social in poetry
Perhaps even our responsibility bears the mark of irresponsibilityMore
Inventing ourselves
Sometimes it seems we are either dreaming of wholeness…or willingly fragmentedMore
Not all, but part
…and you too will also return, in the greatest things as well as in the smallest….More
Dawn in Hades
The light can be stubborn, and linger, when the sun setsMore
Good for a laugh
What is our speech but the chirping of baby birds?More
As it begins, so it ends
For M.H., and other loves who protected my desireMore
Jots
to be learned by heartMore
Lamenting before restless sleep
Perhaps when I finally sleep, I will dream and the world will be made newMore
Against the death of philosophy
Our love of certain things does not arise until we have been seduced to them.More
Moksha
Just what does the wind do with our flames?More
Too Late…?
It might be too late. It might not matterMore
No stopping poetry
Worlds beyond worlds and worlds within worldsMore
Poetry Scribblings
Poetry the same but different, as in the beginning so in the endMore
Love the Dust 