Poetry
“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
Marx and Engels on having more but being less