an ecstatic reverie |
though this site is infested with the same planet-threatening solipsism as the non-virtual world, it must be said that this is a place for miraculous, life-affirming connections. to saunter arou...
Posted by dylan waller on Sat, 08 Jul 2006 05:01:00 PST |
midsommer |
it all started today by seeing a little girl recklessly riding her bicycle through a puddle...the look on her face after she'd splashed a streak of mud on her back was one of such unabashed, infe...
Posted by dylan waller on Sat, 24 Jun 2006 06:06:00 PST |
who says words with my mouth? |
All day I think about it, then at night I say it.
Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.
My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.
...
Posted by dylan waller on Tue, 13 Jun 2006 11:45:00 PST |
feeling is first |
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves
and kisses are a bett...
Posted by dylan waller on Mon, 22 May 2006 10:19:00 PST |
with that moon language |
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them,
"Love me."
Of course you do not do this out loud;
Otherwise,
Someone would call the cops.
Still though, think about this,
This ...
Posted by dylan waller on Thu, 11 May 2006 12:38:00 PST |
my favorite heretic |
You never enjoy the world aright, till the sea itself floweth in your veins, till you are clothed in the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the who...
Posted by dylan waller on Tue, 09 May 2006 12:00:00 PST |
what is the grass? |
A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me with full hands;
How could I answer the child?....I do not know what it is any more than he.
I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, ou...
Posted by dylan waller on Mon, 24 Apr 2006 02:13:00 PST |
the horn book |
I will call the world a School instituted for the purpose of teaching little children to read--I will call the human heart the horn book used in that School--and I will call the Child able to read, th...
Posted by dylan waller on Mon, 10 Apr 2006 12:42:00 PST |
love dogs |
One night a man was crying,
Allah! Allah!
His lips grew sweet with the praising,
until a cynic said,
"So! I have heard you
calling out, but have you ever
gotten any response?"
The m...
Posted by dylan waller on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 01:06:00 PST |
the ideas of the shipwrecked |
The man with the clear head is the man who...looks life in the face, realizes that everything in it is problematic, and feels himself lost. And this is the simple truth--that to live is to feel ...
Posted by dylan waller on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 10:05:00 PST |
