"There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader's hand in the margin are more interesting that the text.  The world is one of these books." - George Santayana
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"'Lordinges,' quoth he, 'now herkneth for the beste,
But tak it nought, I prey yow, in desdeyn.
This is the poynt, to speken short and pleyn:
That ech of yow, to ( Read more... )

"No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river, and he's not the same man." - Heraclitus
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-  Well I've been out walking... A terrific October blow came up this afternoon. Thrashing rain and wind fit to tear the stumbling leaves from the branches. After the sun came out again and the weather'd lost its warm, the red and ( Read more... )

"Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone" - John Keats- We are waiting for the UFOs, we know that they're there, we're just a joke they sometimes crack... I was walking home from teaching this afternoon, with the ( Read more... )

- I could not hear the water... Been thinking about high-school a bit lately. I was always an awkard kid, and it took me until college to even begin to get comfortable with myself- bones and sinew snaking around in a bag of skin, all trying to pick an affectation and stick with it ( Read more... )

- I live at the end of a five-and-a-half minute hallway... A couple nights ago a drunk Australian spilled beer on my shoes. A week ago, it was. Two weeks? Time's getting blurry around the edges, all out of focus and everyone's blinked. Red eye mornings, black eye nights. Finished reading 'House of Leaves' for the second time since a couple ( Read more... )

- If you'll be my Dixie chicken... Left the dry of Maryland for the hurricane weather of New York a couple days ago, to small event. Now I'm here, the trees are blowing horizontal outside and my house is full of women and vegetables. Got house-plants in my room, got a cardboard cut-out of a pirate in my living room, got a pot of acorns boiling ( Read more... )

"...the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes" - e.e. cummings- 'I will stay with you if you'll stay with me,' said the fiddler to the drum, and we'll keep good time on a journey through the past... Partly cloudy, humid, warm, no rain, the bluish haze of car ( Read more... )

This is the story of how we begin to remember... This is the story of How The Sun Hid From The Nighttime. [The Sun went to the forest and asked 'will you hide me here?' and the forest refused, saying 'there is no room between my many branches.' Then it went to the mountains and asked 'will you hide me here?' and the mountains refused, saying ' ( Read more... )

Little boy, won't you close your weary eyes, ain't nothing flashing but the fireflies... The very large and the very small are very much the same ( Read more... )

"A foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds." - Ralph Waldo Emerson- Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn... I think I'm pushing it too hard, this summering thing. Went swimming again the second time in a week the other night. A purely mechanical action: over the fence with no story to tell, in and out and back ( Read more... )