Decisions cut across time. We never make a decision that stays put and does not travel somewhere–upward, downward, outward, inward–after it is made. Decisions are made to move, to move us, to move the world, and to keep moving themselves. So the incision of decisions regards not only the cutting away of other options but…More
Tag Archives: contemplation
Homeward Boundless
a planet is a planet is a planetMore
The Manner of the Yolk
…the yolk would spin and turn shapes and altered colors…More
her stillness made me heave
Every being demands attention, and every being is a vortexMore
Let Him Be, Let Him In
What to do about this uncanniest of guestsMore
I do not know
The breakdown of my clevernessMore
Internet, Friends
“which of you is capable of friendship?” – ZarathustraMore
the forever of unsure
It was impossible to be precise about itNo one felt anything definiteThere wasn’t any announcement about the thingWhen it happenedWe understood nothing of what had happenedTo us. We would have been afraid to sayAnything about it but the fearWas unpronounced, a vague stirringInstead we watched the earth shakeThe sky change into colorsUnimagined until now, now…More
Far-Flung and -Flying Cages
On life, our thoughts and our trying to write themMore
Now we live in a world where hope is gone
…a hope that is…is no hope at all….More
There was nothing left of the world
Only the dreadful was left.More
Poetry and the Idea
Does poetry relate to the idea? Yes, as far as the idea is force all poetry, and always, relates to it, as speaking out is a force and, like ideas, is effective in the world around it, the world of forces. What the idea is besides this force, or as this force, is of course…More
From the Vault of Dust
Dust, dust everywhere, and its movements entire worlds and shapeless defining and redefinition of worlds. Every speck of things a brilliant possibility, even the dust swept aside and beneath things beckoning to unheard of possibilities.More
When the madman finally made it home
Sometimes we mistake a shadow for what is alive. Sometimes we mistake the living for a shadow.More
docta ignorantia
How far does my ignorance extend? To the ends? To every end? I might be certain of having a hand, but the certainty is merely a brick in the wall of a building I use as my shelter. I might be certain of having a desire for someone or something, but a desire can be…More