Poetry
The Zhuangzi:
When the workman has enough to do, he stops. If he does not stop, he will be wearied.
When he has enough to use, he puts it away. If he does not put it away, he will be harmed.
When there is enough, stopping is fitting; to go on beyond this is confusion.
On Litanies
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively
By constantly greater beings.
“The Butterfly’s brain,
the size of a grain of salt,
guides her to Mexico.”
-Jim Harrison
the size of a grain of salt,
guides her to Mexico.”
-Jim Harrison
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I had my existence. I was there.
Me in place and the place in me.
Me in place and the place in me.
I had my existence. I was there. Me in place and the place in me.
Seamus Heaney
The moon comes up.
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain
The moon goes down.
This is to inform you
that I didn’t die young.
Age swept past me
but I caught up.
Spring has begun here and each day
brings new birds up from Mexico.
Yesterday I got a call from the outside
world but I said no in thunder.
I was a dog on a short chain
and now there’s no chain
Barking
Barking - Jim Harrison
In the midst of so much philosophy, humanity, and polite-ness, and so many sublime maxims, we have nothing to show for ourselves but a deceitful and frivolous exterior, honour without virtue, reason without wisdom, and pleasure without happiness.
Rousseau
