".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Monday, November 7, 2011
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- Faith
- The ethos of Individualism
- The anchor, the ocean, the forgetting to be who I am
- The audience of alternate selves
- Most dangerous is the death of our dreams
- I am not done with my changes
- One of the sons was sad sometimes...
- The Sunday After
- Kagemu à Paris
- Borges
- And where you are is where you are not
- Postcards
- Purpose
- A View of Delft
- Sacred Time
- At the edge where there is no I or not-I
- Imperfect Thirst
- The Historian of the Hunted
- Begin
- Talk to me
- Hand
- All that is left
- Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
- Lying on our backs, looking up at the night sky
- Leave the familiar for a while
- Buy Hyacinths to Feed Thy Soul
- The poem is a sort of energy
- There is a thread you follow
- A Sense of Peace
- November
- Hold Everything Dear
- Kafka, and the Schizoid Dilemma
- Philosophy
- These Hills Called Home
- Of Birds, and Beauty
- Come. We must go deeper.
- Who in the world am I?
- They stitch up the sky, and it is whole again
- The Day Flies Off Without Me
- I never hear a complaint here
- I want to resume the life of a shy person
- I grok you
- Rang De
- We're just a bit of pollution :)
- Markings
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