Archive for September, 2011

Ayiasma

Friday, September 30th, 2011

The black image
Framed in silver worn to shreds by kisses
The black image
Framed in silver worn to shreds by kisses
All round the image
The white silver worn to shreds by kisses
The very metal worn to shreds by kisses
Framed in metal
The black image worn to shreds by kisses
The darkness, oh the darkness
Worn to shreds by kisses
The darkness in our eyes
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we wished for
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we never wished for
Kissed and worn to shreds by kisses
All we escaped
Worn to shreds by kisses
All we wish for
Kissed and kissed again

Gunnar Ekelöf

Happy

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

Meditation is effective, I fear. I am in danger of turning into a rug. I am in danger of being happy.

Tanya Gold

Politics

Saturday, September 24th, 2011

From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, “Look at that, you son of a bitch.”

Edgar Mitchell

Donkeys

Saturday, September 24th, 2011

Donkeys

Swimming

Friday, September 23rd, 2011

Meeting

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

In the middle of a particularly busy day, the emperor was driven to a meeting hall for an appointment of some kind. But when he arrived, there was no one there. The emperor walked into the middle of the great hall, stood silently for a moment, then bowed to the empty space. He turned to his assistants, a large smile on his face. “We must schedule more appointments like this.”

The Tao of Pooh

Sicily

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

Without Sicily, Italy cannot be fully understood.

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Israel

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

For where exactly, geographically, is Israel? It is the only nation on earth which does not know and will not declare where its eastern frontier is.

Robert Fisk

Bluebird

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

A Poet

Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

Our job is to become more and more of what we are. The growth of a poet seems to be related to his or her becoming less and less embarrassed about more and more.

Marvin Bell