It is not everyday that the world arranges itself into a poem. –Wallace StevensMore
Tag Archives: Poetry
Thoughtlessness upon waking
The self is a repeatedly reconstructed biological state. –Antonio DamasioMore
Χριστός ἀνέστη!
So they went out quickly and fled from the tomb, for they trembled and were amazed. And they said nothing to anyone, for they were afraid.More
What is Like Sweet Fresh Milk
…but the cow cannot be compared to anything. –Yajur VedaMore
Once the rage settled down
We were as little sure of who we were as where we were after the rageMore
Physis
Life is a wave, which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles. – John TyndallMore
Every Morning
He continued to love, and continued to be confused by loveMore
If I am suddenly
Make sure you catch me smiling at least once before you go…or I goMore
The Whole of Life is One Long Poem
i fell in love with the poem of the world before I fell in love with the worldMore
Pre-sense
Form is emptiness, emptiness formMore
A Metamorphosis
Why are we all staring at the same spot on the ground? Or at the same spotlessness of the sky?More
Nothing Left of You
“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
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
Calling Azur
For my grandmother’s fearless curiosity, which at one time brought the family an unforgettable friendMore
On what is social in poetry
Perhaps even our responsibility bears the mark of irresponsibilityMore
Love the Dust 