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…… Read more “cummings on love”
Tag: writing
“let them eat cake”
eat cake and live, brother; your hands are but a sky of holes. c. Mary Kathryn Gough, april 27 2004
Stream
It’s 10.30 pm Dec 22nd and I’ve settled down to a stream-of-consciousness year’s-reaching-its-conclusion type assessment. . . If there’s one thing I know about this year, it’s…… Read more “Stream”
Like the Sun
Rippled glass and an image of me reflected in a single drop of water struggling to keep in line with the demands of gravity. What do…… Read more “Like the Sun”
Song
Songbirds are taught to sing in the darkness. – but can anything this bruised and amateur ever Cause Beauty? tell me. i want to know now in…… Read more “Song”
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…… Read more “language ii”
Heidegger Journal 3
Journal #3 (2/20/04) When Heidegger speaks of phenomenology, he is taking Husserl’s illuminations and carrying particular ones further along the path he sees laid out in front…… Read more “Heidegger Journal 3”
Shroud *i.
*i. The leaves’ backs are bowed under the weight of an orphan snow. Steadily, steadily, a forlorn blanket hides the bright greens and muted grays of an…… Read more “Shroud *i.”
Kierkegaard’s Sickness Unto Death
Pivotal definitions in the progression of Kierkegaard’s Sickness Unto Death. Despair Self: “The self is the conscious synthesis of infinitude and finitude that relates itself to itself,…… Read more “Kierkegaard’s Sickness Unto Death”
Ancient
The wild tossing in the trees above me can be nothing but an ancient dance of pure joy; lady Wind is rushing through the scene, darting this…… Read more “Ancient”
Fragile Feet Hold On
the day is finally peaceful enough for me to sit. Still. __________________ small birds cheep, tweet, warble, sing small songs & weave small loves of small things…… Read more “Fragile Feet Hold On”
Articulate__
c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2000, b&w film Portrait of Writing.
.:snow on tree trunks:.
light laces, sharply curving– splits, forks through dark trees lancing upward, lightning-like into inky blackness, numerical arms branching, breaking earth Open and arcing out into Air. soft…… Read more “.:snow on tree trunks:.”
Goodness
~*~ Good music, like Good anything in life, this life, so cannily, so cleverly and contextually compacted that, in the way of Good sake, its most intrinsic…… Read more “Goodness”
Writer’s Quotes
“I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.”…… Read more “Writer’s Quotes”
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…… Read more “Literature’s Unifying Force”
Writing the Future. . .
c. Mary Kathryn Gough, 2005 Photoshop
In Late November…
It is late November (yet again) and I have come across a beautiful lil’ post by C.B. Wentworth on gratitude. Suddenly filled with Thanksgiving, even here in…… Read more “In Late November…”
Idiolalia 