"Philosophy is really homesickness, it is the urge to be at home everywhere."
Novalis
Page 54, 'And our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos', John Berger
Novalis
Page 54, 'And our Faces, My Heart, Brief as Photos', John Berger
".....We should be careful of each other, we should be kind, while there is still time." Philip Larkin
Sunday, November 6, 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...
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- 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
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- 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
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