Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Seeing For You


The leaves left at the tops of trees
sound like rain in the wind. November—
the sparrows play at being leaves,
the leaves at being birds.

I play at seeing for you
now that you play at being gone.

 ~ Linda Allardt


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Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Thursday, August 4, 2011

forget it


now, listen, when I die I don't want any crying, just get the
disposal under way, I've had a full some life, and
if anybody has had an edge, I've
had it, I've lived 7 or 8 lives in one, enough for
we are all, finally, the same, so no speeches, please,
unless you want to say he played the horses and was very
good at that.

you're next and I already know something you don't,


waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
shake it once, then


Hank won't

it's not my death that
worries me, it's my wife
left with this
pile of

I want to
let her know
that all the nights
beside her
even the useless
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
I ever feared to
can now be

I love

~ Charles Bukowski


Tuesday, August 2, 2011



In your clay body, things are coming to expression and to light
that were never known before, presences that never came to
light or shape in any other individual.  

To paraphrase Heidegger, who said, "Man is a shepherd of being,"  
we could say, "Man is a shepherd of clay."

You represent an unknown world that begs you to bring it to voice. 
Often the joy you feel does not belong to your individual biography
but to the clay out of which you are formed.

At other times, you will find sorrow moving through you,
like a dark mist over a landscape.  
This sorrow is dark enough to paralyze you. 

It is a mistake to interfere with this movement of feeling. 
It is more appropriate to recognize that this emotion belongs more
to your clay than to your mind.

It is wise to let this weather of feeling pass;
it is on its way elsewhere.

Regardless of how modern we seem, we still remain ancient,
sisters and brothers of the one clay.

In each of us a different part of the mystery becomes luminous.
 To truly be and become yourself, 
you need the ancient radiance of others.

~ John O'Donohue
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