Monday, April 22, 2013
In the end:
Because of the "constants and variables" idea, almost any ending you conceive has happened, is happening, will happen. If you look at it this way, we are all right.
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Because of the "constants and variables" idea, almost any ending you conceive has happened, is happening, will happen. If you look at it this way, we are all right.
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Thursday, April 18, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
We’re all curious about what might hurt us:
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| Conrad Aiken |
| 126. Morning Song From "Senlin" |
| IT is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning | |
| When the light drips through the shutters like the dew, | |
| I arise, I face the sunrise, | |
| And do the things my fathers learned to do. | |
| Stars in the purple dusk above the rooftops | 5 |
| Pale in a saffron mist and seem to die, | |
| And I myself on swiftly tilting planet | |
| Stand before a glass and tie my tie. | |
| Vine-leaves tap my window, | |
| Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, | 10 |
| The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree | |
| Repeating three clear tones. | |
| It is morning. I stand by the mirror | |
| And tie my tie once more. | |
| While waves far off in a pale rose twilight | 15 |
| Crash on a white sand shore. | |
| I stand by a mirror and comb my hair: | |
| How small and white my face!— | |
| The green earth tilts through a sphere of air | |
| And bathes in a flame of space. | 20 |
| There are houses hanging above the stars | |
| And stars hung under a sea... | |
| And a sun far off in a shell of silence | |
| Dapples my walls for me.... | |
| It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning | 25 |
| Should I not pause in the light to remember God? | |
| Upright and firm I stand on a star unstable, | |
| He is immense and lonely as a cloud. | |
| I will dedicate this moment before my mirror | |
| To him alone, for him I will comb my hair. | 30 |
| Accept these humble offerings, clouds of silence! | |
| I will think of you as I descend the stair. | |
| Vine-leaves tap my window, | |
| The snail-track shines on the stones; | |
| Dew-drops flash from the chinaberry tree | 35 |
| Repeating two clear tones. | |
| It is morning, I awake from a bed of silence, | |
| Shining I rise from the starless waters of sleep. | |
| The walls are about me still as in the evening, | |
| I am the same, and the same name still I keep. | 40 |
| The earth revolves with me, yet makes no motion, | |
| The stars pale silently in a coral sky. | |
| In a whistling void I stand before my mirror, | |
| Unconcerned, and tie my tie. | |
| There are horses neighing on far-off hills | 45 |
| Tossing their long white manes, | |
| And mountains flash in the rose-white dusk, | |
| Their shoulders black with rains.... | |
| It is morning, I stand by the mirror | |
| And surprise my soul once more; | 50 |
| The blue air rushes above my ceiling, | |
| There are suns beneath my floor.... | |
| ...It is morning, Senlin says, I ascend from darkness | |
| And depart on the winds of space for I know not where; | |
| My watch is wound, a key is in my pocket, | 55 |
| And the sky is darkened as I descend the stair. | |
| There are shadows across the windows, clouds in heaven, | |
| And a god among the stars; and I will go | |
| Thinking of him as I might think of daybreak | |
| And humming a tune I know.... | 60 |
| Vine-leaves tap at the window, | |
| Dew-drops sing to the garden stones, | |
| The robin chirps in the chinaberry tree | |
| Repeating three dear tones. |
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Tuesday, April 09, 2013
my first wallaby had to be a dead one:
posted by mira 6:13 am 1 comments
It’s the
needing now, more than the wanting.
The length
of my hair and the straightness of his eyes,
It’s the
I’ll go there for you
And waiting
till the nature of it all engulfs me in the quiet.
The quiet
washing.
Everything.
It’s another
road, but a cold one
Where
wildness sits and occasionally dies
But, then
still being here,
The
loveliness of his hands tying sailor knots
And my small
little heart wishing for sun. And sun. And more sun.
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