Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas
The flotsam that rides the gyres is called drift.
Ruth Ozeki • A Tale for the Time Being: A Novel (ALA Notable Books for Adults)
William Stafford’s poem “The Way It Is,” which I share here: There ’s a thread you follow. It goes among things that change. But it doesn’t change.
Mark Nepo • Drinking from the River of Light: The Life of Expression
Mary Oliver
Myq Kaplan • 1 card
Marie Howe’s New and Selected Poems “The Meadow:”
… Bedeviled,
human, your plight, in waking,
is to choose from the words that even now sleep on your tongue,
and to know that tangled among them and
terribly new is the sentence that could change your life.
Cladastris luteas, yellowwoods,
Roxana Robinson • Leaving: A Novel
“Nature’s silence is its own remark,” she writes, “and every flake of the world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.”
Meghan O'Gieblyn • God, Human, Animal, Machine: Technology, Metaphor, and the Search for Meaning
a poem by America’s master calligrapher, Lloyd Reynolds. He wrote, “A bug crawls over the paper. Leave him be. We need all the readers we can get.”
