So ham
Ho hum
Heave ho
So ham

The st.petersburgs of the world are heavy and cold
I should speak with simple
myshkin honesty, but even that prince
had his aims. 

What could be nobler than devoting an entire night to the pursuit of love ( Read more... )

How do we feeling, oh morning ( Read more... )

Summer's poetry,
sweet little reveries

2 bug poems::

Scratching the back of my neck,
I find I have crushed the simple gnat
who didn't deserve that

Four o' clock Firefly
drifts sleepy across the morning
He opens his wide gaping maw
and states,
"No matter how unlikely
summer comes, she comes"

4/7/08

Spring comes on strong in its early honeymoon fertility, love blossoming from sunken navals, the yellow and black bumblers swarming each other and extending mad feeler props and nerve endings.  A buzzing scream comes from the bush, dies out in sighing acceptance--love can be over-eager, I know.  It obliterates the past, what was that old ( Read more... )

"I got me a sort of one-man religion-- but it takes in everybody.  My religion is so big, no matter who are, you're in it, and no matter what you do, you can't get out of it ( Read more... )

3/4/08

It is surprising, after every long winter, to see worms on the sidewalk, running from the rain: to find that life has continued mercilessly.

so much sincere revulsion today, what is this ( Read more... )

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2/28/08

A glorious spring rings out its bugle--this will be the rock-sitting phase of the year. 
Today everything is sharply focused, my own movements feel graceful and conscious:
I am at the height of my own self.

Art requires physical strength, the dexterity of the hand--the sweat from the plow
& the culmination of mental faculties of expression
art ( Read more... )