Tuesday, May 04, 2010
Monday, May 03, 2010
your hand clenched; the size of your heart
And this is the crux. Tides vary, exact shelvings
Of pebbles on shores don't repeat, while patterns of clouds
Are never the same, are never patterns. Raindrops,
At unforseen moments run, and weigh, down, minutely,
A million particular grass-blades: movement, movement,
Everlastingly novel shifts of a universe not
Gracelessly ordered, not presided by a setter of
Regulations. Vanity is so sad pretending to represent
Nature with humans dancing. Those who can move need not
dance.
Of pebbles on shores don't repeat, while patterns of clouds
Are never the same, are never patterns. Raindrops,
At unforseen moments run, and weigh, down, minutely,
A million particular grass-blades: movement, movement,
Everlastingly novel shifts of a universe not
Gracelessly ordered, not presided by a setter of
Regulations. Vanity is so sad pretending to represent
Nature with humans dancing. Those who can move need not
dance.
Alan Brownjohn
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Friday, April 23, 2010
THe River of Time (Emilio Luque)
"But they lived those extraordinary lives that can never be lived again. And in the living of them, they gave me a history that is more profound, more beautiful, more powerful, more passionate, and ultimately more useful, than the best damn history book I ever read."
— Utah Phillips
— Utah Phillips
Monday, April 19, 2010
Friday, April 16, 2010
Monday, April 12, 2010
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