September 2012


Come to the edge.
We might fall.
Come to the edge.
It’s too high!
COME TO THE EDGE!
And they came,
and we pushed,
And they flew.

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MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains
  My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,
Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains
  One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:
‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,          5
  But being too happy in thine happiness,
    That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees,
          In some melodious plot
  Of beechen green, and shadows numberless,
    Singest of summer in full-throated ease. (more…)

My friend the Sun—like all my friends
Inconstant, lovely, far away –
Is out, and bright, and condescends
To glory in our holiday. (more…)

Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.

Often rebuked, yet always back returning
    To those first feelings that were born with me,
And leaving busy chase of wealth and learning
    For idle dreams of things that cannot be:

(more…)

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.   
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.  (more…)

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