cummings on love

this is one of my favorite poems about love. there are more, but this one always comes to mind, and it makes me happy. last thursday was our wedding anniversary, and it has been a beautiful and cherishing one, so i wanted to dedicate this post to tim. 🙂 all my heart & love to…Read more cummings on love

Ideas/Dried Roses

Tragedy, do you understand? the Tragedy of ideas pinned up like roses on the corkboard of Reason -- concepts crucified, the souls contained within run out like life-blood, drained now, paperthin, these Words this Meaning which should have been able to encompass nations, reach out through universes, and embrace Truth are simply Roses -- dried,…Read more Ideas/Dried Roses

language ii

the trees are speaking a new language today. a tongue i’ve never heard. it’s white and brilliant, sparkling in the wind with infectious energy; a million tiny bolts of lightning, or anti- matter and matter colliding, disappearing and creating light that penetrates the soul; it’s a klicking akin to the language of dolphins, neither as…Read more language ii

Literature’s Unifying Force

Mary Kathryn Gough 11/11/05 Project #2 The Unifying Force of Kafka’s Literature: Drawing a Dual-Hearted World Together in Unity of Spirit "Could not then art and literature in a very real way offer succor to the modern world?" ~Aleksandr.Solzhenitzyn Of all malicious lies, the most sprawling and successful is the one which whispers softly, compellingly,…Read more Literature’s Unifying Force

Art, Culture, & the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man

1Art, Culture, and the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man; The Universal Applicability of Living in Truth and Accepting Responsibility as Destiny The essence of the conflict… is not a confrontation between two ideologies (for instance a socialist with a liberal one) but a clash between an anonymous, soulless, immobile and paralyzing… power, and life, humanity,…Read more Art, Culture, & the Autonomous, Free Humanity of Man

Liquid Language

two o'clock in the morning, dull and grey outside with the soft sound of (hundreds of thousands of) millions of raindrops springing out of the air and coming softly to rest on gravel, grass, snow, leaves, dirt, and rocks. Pitter-patterput-put-put, splish-splashand dripdrip-drop.   from a distance, the sounds run together and the resultant river sounds…Read more Liquid Language