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"Everything gets over, and nothing is ever enough. Except the part you carry with you. It's the same as going on a vacation. Some people spend all their time on a vacation taking pictures so that when they get home they can show their friends evidence that they had a good time. They don't pause to let the vacation enter inside of them and take that ( Read more... ) -
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Sayings of the Blind
Feeling is believing.
Mountains don't exist. But their slopes do.
Little people have low voices.
All things, even the rocks, make a little noise.
The silence back of all sounds is called "the sky."
There's a big stranger in town every day called the sun.
He doesn't speak to us but puts out a hand.
Night opens a ( Read more... ) -
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I had a girl named Bella Coola,
And she was full of fun and moola,
But when I pressed my suit undoola
It seemed to make my Bella coola.
--E.B White -
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The written word
Should be clean as bone,
Clear as light,
Firm as stone.
Two words are not
As good as one.
--Anon.
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A Song of Sorts
Let the snake wait under
his weed
and the writing
be of words, slow and quick, sharp
to strike, quiet to wait,
sleepless
-through metaphor to reconcile
the people and the stones.
Compose. (No ideas
but in things) Invent!
Saxifrage
is my flower that splits
and rocks.
- William Carlos ( Read more... ) -
I melted the first time I read this
Your Catfish Friend
by Richard Brautigan
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond. I wish
somebody ( Read more... )