Monday Poem: Paragon
To eat sweet corn straight offthe cob, just shucked—no one ever told me I could do that, likeno one ever. Another daythe world seems too full of protocolsboiled and buttered
To eat sweet corn straight offthe cob, just shucked—no one ever told me I could do that, likeno one ever. Another daythe world seems too full of protocolsboiled and buttered
Someone once said that we die twice–First, when we take our very last breath.The flame on our candle goes out as weTransition between life and death. But then comes our
If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance
Live as if you were already dead.—Zen admonition 1. About the Dead Man in Peacetime, If and When If and when the war is over, the dead man’s days will
Continue readingFriday Poem: The Book of the Dead Man (Peacetime)
Fire shimmied and reached upFrom the iron furnace and grabbedSawdust from the pitchforkBefore I could make it acrossThe floor or take a half stepBack, as the boiler room sungAbout what
What you thought you lost along the wayhangs in the air like a prayer May you find your way homemay the doors swing open wide from the out and the
by Paulo Coelho Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side. Because Love needs to rest as well, so that it can journey through the heavens and reveal
Continue readingTuesday Poem: Solitude is Not Absence of Love
—Before the Coming of the White man I am the White Corn BoyI walk in sight of my home.I walk in plain sight of my home.I walk on the straight
Sonny Bunch at The Bulwark: I’m joined this week by Thomas Doherty, Brandeis professor and author of Hollywood and Hitler, 1933-1939, and Maria Elena de las Carreras, assistant professor at
I am an angry manno longer youngmy dreams have been outin all the weather I used tomake up highway exits as I went alongand rattle my feverat strangers I am
The Eiffel Tower erected itself in my head,we couldn’t find the lifts, climbed the stairs. Of course there were fireworks. We stared at each other, rare exhibits in the Louvre —you
From the Curiosity Chronicle: Here’s a story about German Nobel Prize winning physicist Max Planck and his chauffeur that I often think about: After winning his Nobel Prize, Max Planck