Toward a World that Works for Everyone
November 2, 2021 The dates drop from calendars, in order… I steal each second grain by grain from the hourglass, my hands cover themselves with ashes. ~André Velter, tr. Marilyn Hacker, Sand and Ashes Every day I wake up feeling funny, weird, not right. Every day I also wake up thinking, today I must […]
November 1, 2021 Now the orchestra at once throws down its instruments. The doors in the house of God tear off their hinges— I’m the child’s fist drumming its mother’s back, rock that hits the skull that silences the martyr… I’m gone, glad, empty, good riddance… …the night filled up with crows. ~Deborah Digges, Rough Music […]
October 31, 2021 I went by the Druid stone… And I stopped and looked at the shifting shadows… And they shaped in my imagining To the shade that a well-known head and shoulders Threw there when she was gardening. ~Thomas Hardy, The Shadow on the Stone The most innocuous things can trigger an existential […]
October 30, 2021 Starting now she’ll reason with herself deliberately… It was possession, turns out, by a force whose intention touched the first body alone, a body changed again precisely to its own form, a very special intention. ~Jana Prikryl, To Tell of Bodies Changed Playing with the cat, dangling a knotted string and […]
October 30, 2021 When you’re down and troubled And you need a helping hand And nothing, nothing is going right Close your eyes and think of me And soon I will be there To brighten up even your darkest night ~James Taylor, You’ve Got a Friend When I’m down and troubled, I turn to […]
October 28, 2021 What signal from the stars? What senses took it in?… Rebellion or surrender?… What use to learn the lessons taught by time, If a star at any time may tell us: Now. ~Howard Nemerov, The Consent My energy is so jangled, almost the first thing I did when I got home […]
October 27, 2021 Oh, I got plenty o’ nuttin’ And nuttin’s plenty for me… ‘Cause de things dat I prize Like de stars in de skies All are free… ~George Gershwin, I Got Plenty o’ Nuttin’ (from Porgy and Bess) There are so many things to write about! Why doesn’t one of them visit […]
October 25, 2021 The wind came down from mountains cold, and like a tide it roared and rolled; the branches groaned, the forest moaned, and leaves were laid upon the mould. ~J.R.R. Tolkien, “The wind was on the withered heath” (from The Hobbit) I don’t much like this rain. Which is a silly thing […]
October 23, 2021 There is a wall of which the stones Are lies and bribes and dead men’s bones. But I will gather and I will ride, And I will summon a countryside… And many a man shall ride with me Who never had thought on earth to see High Justice in her armoury. ~Hilaire […]
October 22, 2021 The shrinks Praise letting go, but can we truly love What never is possessed, what never showed The least wish to be had and to be owned? This is not possessing, it possesses too… ~Robert Richman, Possession Things seem to be bubbling and brewing. Rumblings of war, commentators warning of big […]
October 20, 2021 For forty years she saved it all: The daily paper, bottles, trash… To her a priceless private cache… The miser’s mania, on hoarding, drunk. ~J. Randal Matheny, Hoarding I’m really uncomfortable with overabundance. Probably not the best state of mind from which to welcome an abundant and golden new age. Although […]
October 19, 2021 Shall not the soul’s most measureless desires Learn that the very flower and fruit of life Lies all attained in comfortable homes… Are we not homes? And is not all therein? ~Charlotte Anna Perkins Gilman, Home All of us have the basic right to live in a clean, well-lighted place. Of […]
October 17, 2021 …Beginnings and endings are clear, but middles, that murk where significance often lurks, are tricky, and joy, which ought to be easy enough to recognize, defies the fastest tripping shutter or eyelash flutter… ~David R. Slavitt, Repetition My impatience keeps bumping to the surface. The sameness of days becomes less tolerable […]
October 15, 2021 There is a moment before a shape hardens, a color sets… Yet something slips through it— looks around, sets out in the new direction, for other lands. Not into exile, not into hope. Simply changed… it cannot be after turned back from. ~Jane Hirshfield, The Decision I can’t figure out if […]
October 14, 2021 “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all… I’ve heard it in the chillest land – And on the strangest Sea – Yet – never – in Extremity, It asked a crumb – […]
