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

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

.Rest~

.rest ~ why is it that by night the world draws on garments of familiarity (comforting as an old and beloved blanket: a gentle guise devised of moonlit floors, leaves over- shadowing walls with quiet motions and nurturing instinct, nursing over- stimulated eyes with a simple cadence, simple cadence, cadence...). {darkness} the secret of the…Read more .Rest~

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

Jane Eyre

this might need a wee bit of editing, but here is the main for the moment. A Historical Reading of Charlotte Bronte's Jane Eyre Charlotte Bronte's crisp and hauntingly heartful Jane Eyre, when read with an eye towards its historical perspective, is remarkably informative of the age in which its heroine lived. Jane is admittedly…Read more Jane Eyre

Ministrations

'Ministrations'  ~ a winter window weakly thrashing, bony limbs glisten under the ministrations of a light which provides no heat. frozen rain falls steadily bitter weeping melting flat white knives into the tools i will use to stay alive when all the tears are gone. watching the weak, half-hearted tossings and turnings of a slow,…Read more Ministrations

To Still the Striving

even the lilies of the field have growth pains-- bursts of desire:    the touch of sunlight    the nearness of neighbor    the feel of whisping grasses. their bells, like ears, enjoy a perpetual tide of soft change: a)n almost im(perceptible music. remember sped-up science videos of growth, of opening flowers? remember how sometimes…Read more To Still the Striving