Listen: there was a goat's head hanging by ropes in a tree ( Read more... )

There's an early memory that I carry around ( Read more... )

"Am I in love? - Yes, since I’m waiting.” The other never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game: whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely: I am the one ( Read more... )

( Heaven )

"Why, William, on that old grey stone,
Thus for the length of half a day,
Why, William, sit you thus alone,
And dream your time away?

"Where are your books?--that light bequeathed
To Beings else forlorn and blind!
Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed
From dead men to their kind.

"You look round on your Mother Earth,
As if she for no purpose ( Read more... )

We had to cross the street twice
because of rats. But there it was
The zocalo at night and la Calle de la Moneda
like a dream out of Canaletto. Forget
Canaletto. This was real.

And you were there. Lorenzo.
The cathedral smoky-eyed and still
rising like a pyramid after all
these centuries. You named the four
holy centers--Amecameca, Tepeyac, and two
others I ( Read more... )

Because he was 38, because this ( Read more... )

One day you finally knew ( Read more... )

I am learning something myself - I don’t know exactly what it is -
but if I did - if I could put it clearly into form it would cure you

- Georgia O’Keeffe March 1926

I just feel I’m bound to seem all wrong most of the time - so there
is nothing to do but walk ahead and make the best of it

- Georgia O’Keeffe, September ( Read more... )

She said, I love you.

He said, Nothing.

(As if there were just one
of each word and the one
who used it, used it up).

In the history of language
the first obscenity was silence.