pain and frustration |
the past few days have been different, I feel the exhaustion of working through the pain in my low back, and dealing with my own views on the futility of life. what to do...
Posted by Michael is on Sun, 04 May 2008 08:30:00 PST |
Last Line 3 |
I live my life in growing orbits which move out over the things of this world. Perhaps I shall never reach the last, but that will be my attempt.
I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, an...
Posted by Michael is on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 07:15:00 PST |
Great Last Line 2 |
Over all the hilltops
Silence,
Among all the treetops
You feel hardly
A breath moving.
The birds fall silent in the woods.
Simply wait! Soon
You too will be silent.
Goethe ...
Posted by Michael is on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 07:09:00 PST |
The Greatest Last Line |
Lying In a Hammock at William Duffy's Farm in Pine Island, MinnesotaJames Wright Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,Asleep on the black trunk,Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.Down the ravine ...
Posted by Michael is on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 07:07:00 PST |
Sure You Do |
This piece reminds me of the transition between childhood and youth--a time where I realized, without understanding, that someday, cartoons and candy would no longer hold the fascination, the innocenc...
Posted by Michael is on Wed, 12 Mar 2008 05:58:00 PST |
What Apples |
What red shiny apples these are,Sweet with hidden seeds, I leaveThem to the young homosexuals.The eyebrow storm rushes inTonight in Nebraska, south ofMain Street, threatening to overtake you,Melo...
Posted by Michael is on Mon, 10 Mar 2008 06:41:00 PST |
77’s Song: Frames Without Photographs |
Lonely messStaring out a window paneSitting on an unmade bedThinking with an un-madeup mindAbout the things I can't forgetYou've gone but you never leftAnd now I'm only a frameA frame without a photog...
Posted by Michael is on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 09:03:00 PST |
Love in the Western World |
..at this time of personal struggle against a deep melancholy, I find a poem/song from the hard to find 1980's album "Love in the Western World" by Steve Scott:
This Sad MusicThe whales ar...
Posted by Michael is on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 07:43:00 PST |
Where Dark |
Where dark-eyed bandits Wash fish beneath the creamy moon, whereBaskets of silver-black eels are not terrifying, Where five thousand were fed, where the rusty Wild man lives placid. I learn...
Posted by Michael is on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 02:39:00 PST |
Autumn Air |
When the wind blows, the leaves stream down like golden snow, passing through September with us.
When the wind blows we hear the magic words, messages between us alone. "Let go of everyth...
Posted by Michael is on Sat, 08 Mar 2008 02:29:00 PST |
