Posted on April 18, 2024April 18, 2024 The good thing about having a family that doesn’t love you is you learn to live without it. …I’m a plant that grows on rocks and lives off insects that die inside of me. If Willa doesn’t come back, that’s fine. Because I don’t need love. It’s like a superpower. And if she comes back and doesn’t love me, that’s OK too, ’cause I don’t need it.
Posted on July 20, 2023May 3, 2024 Me, my thoughts are flower strewnOcean storm, bayberry moonI have got to leave to find my wayWatch the road and memorizeThis life that pass before my eyesNothing is going my way
Posted on May 4, 2023May 4, 2023 I may learned to relax and enjoy life, dear, but I’m still a Victorian. All I would say is don’t neglects us elders in your writing. We are humanity’s depots of wisdom. We are its Pyramids and its Parthenon. But if you ever describe us as sprightly… I’ll ask Leslie to shoot you.
Posted on June 1, 2022June 1, 2022 The haunting memories of lost love. May I? Lights? Our eyes met across the crowded hat store. I, a customer, and she a coquettish haberdasher. Oh, I pursued and she withdrew, then she pursued and I withdrew, and so we danced. I burned for her, much like the burning during urination that I would experience soon afterwards.
Posted on May 29, 2022May 29, 2022 I don’t care how many years you have on this job. If the felony rate doesn’t fall, you most certainly will. The gods are f****ing you, you find a way to f**k them back. It’s Baltimore gentlemen, the gods will not save you.
Posted on April 16, 2022April 18, 2022 Straight? What’s straight? A line can be straight, or a street. But the heart of a human being?
Posted on December 12, 2021December 12, 2021 What is it you want, Mary? What do you want? You want the moon? Just say the word, and I’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down.
Posted on March 26, 2020 To be a scientist is to be naive. We are so focused on our search for truth, we fail to consider how few actually want us to find it. But it is always there, whether we see it or not, whether we choose to or not. The truth doesn’t care about our needs or wants. It doesn’t care about our governments, our ideologies, our religions. It will lie in wait, for all time. And this, at last, is the gift of Chernobyl. Where I once would fear the cost of truth, now I only ask: What is the cost of lies?
Posted on December 25, 2019April 30, 2020 The river flows into the ocean, and turns to waves. Waves surging and receding, without end. Our lives are like the waves. We live, we die, we are reborn. Soon your father’s body will be a silent corpse. But like the waves, my life will not end. Like the waves your father will travel to the shore of the next life. His body may die. But his life is eternal.
Posted on November 10, 2019November 10, 2019 Our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life my dear friend; close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
Posted on July 16, 2019November 10, 2019 Dear Carl. I remember. I forgot who I was. You made me remember. I remember that feeling walking with you that day. Like I finally knew who I was for the first time in my life. Thing is, we were walking side-by-side, but you were bringin’ me somewhere. Bringin’ me here. Bringin’ all of us to the new world, Carl. You showed me the new world. You made it real. I see it. I remember. Dad.
Posted on October 22, 2018July 17, 2019 Ay, mi familia. Oiga mi gente. Canten a coro nuestra canción. Amor verdadero nos une por siempre. En el latido de mi corazón.
Posted on February 9, 2018February 10, 2018 Sometimes it’s easy to forget that we spend most our time stumbling around in the dark. Suddenly, a light gets turned on, and there’s a fair share of blame to go around. I can’t speak to what happened before I arrived, but… all of you have done some very good reporting here. Reporting that I believe is gonna have an immediate and considerable impact on our readers. For me, this kind of story is why we do this.
Posted on November 18, 2017February 10, 2018 Pain or damage don’t end the world. Or despair or f**king beatings. The world ends when you’re dead. Until then, you got more punishment in store. Stand it like a man… and give some back.
Posted on October 11, 2017February 10, 2018 And so, when, thirty years from now, our brothers go down the street without a leg, without an arm, or a face, and small boys ask why, we will be able to say “Vietnam” and not mean a desert, not a filthy obscene memory, but mean instead where America finally turned, and where soldiers like us helped it in the turning.
Posted on September 12, 2017February 10, 2018 I could tell you everything about her. Who she was. How we met. The color of her eyes and the shape of her nose. I can see her right in front of me. She’s more real than you are. We could spend all night trading tales of lost love. Nothing makes the past a sweeter place to visit than the prospect of imminent death.
Posted on June 23, 2017February 10, 2018 Pues quien mas. Pues claro, no ve que ese señor se me infiltro y mejor dicho me esta sapeando hasta la pecueca.
Posted on June 17, 2017February 10, 2018 Quite an experience to live in fear, isn’t it? That is what it is to be a slave. I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Posted on April 1, 2017October 13, 2017 I think we know what military fame is: To be killed on the field of battle and have our names spelled wrong in the newspapers.
Posted on October 12, 2016October 13, 2017 I do not believe in weeds. Look at that glorious colour! A weed is simply a flower that someone decides is in the wrong place. Why should the Taraxacum struggle in the cracks? It deserves an efficacious spot in which to flourish.
Posted on August 12, 2016February 10, 2018 I have been memorizing this room. In the future, in my memory, I shall live a great deal in this room.
Posted on January 9, 2016February 12, 2018 When from a long distant past nothing persists, after the people are dead, after things are broken and scattered, still alone, more persistent, more faithful, the smell and taste of things remain poised a long, long time like souls, ready to remind us, waiting, hoping for their moment amid the ruins of all the rest, and bear unfaltering in the tiny and almost impalpable drop of their essence, the vast structure of recollection.
Posted on December 18, 2015December 14, 2017 There’s a dark side to each and every human soul. We wish we were Obi-Wan Kenobi, and for the most part we are, but there’s a little Darth Vader in all of us. Thing is, this ain’t no either-or proposition. We’re talking about dialectics, the good and the bad merging into us. You can run but you can’t hide. My experience? Face the darkness. Stare it down. Own it. As brother Nietzsche said, being human is a complicated gig. So give that ol’ dark night of the soul a hug. Howl the eternal yes!
Posted on May 14, 2015December 14, 2017 Savor the fruit of life, my young friends. It has a sweet taste when it is fresh from the vine, but don’t live too long. The taste turns bitter… after a time.
Posted on April 7, 2015December 19, 2017 Grant stood by me when I was crazy, and I stood by him when he was drunk, and now we stand by each other.
Posted on January 28, 2015November 8, 2018 Now listen to me, my good man. Important as I am in local circles, I have not yet risen to the level where I can walk on water.
Posted on November 22, 2014December 19, 2017 July 13, 5:00 P.M. En route. The Zephyr: Here I am this mid-July afternoon going home. And glad to be going home. Surely I care little about home and never have. Back to Nebraska to the hateful heat of summer, to work day after day, to monotony most would say. But glad! This long silver train makes swift passage. It is streaking across the flat Colorado country as I sit here alone. (Why should I be so near to tears?) The whole trip to Colorado is like a dream now. The whole thing drops from my shoulders now like a jeweled coat, and I lay it aside feeling I’ve never worn it at all.
Posted on January 17, 2014December 21, 2017 Una canasta con frijoles. Soy Maradona contra Inglaterra. Anotándote dos goles. Soy lo que sostiene mi bandera. La espina dorsal del planeta es mi cordillera. Soy lo que me enseño mi padre. El que no quiere a su patria. No quiere a su madre. Soy América latina. Un pueblo sin piernas pero que camina.
Posted on July 27, 2013December 21, 2017 Your representative owes you, not his industry only, but his judgment; and he betrays, instead of serving you, if he sacrifices it to your opinion. I voted from conviction, not out determination or fear, but because of the feeling deep in my heart that this was the right thing to do.
Posted on March 12, 2013December 21, 2017 A heart that’s full up like a landfill. A job that slowly kills you. Bruises that won’t heal
Posted on October 21, 2012December 21, 2017 Yes, how many years can a mountain exist, before it’s washed to the sea? Yes, how many years can some people exist, before they’re allowed to be free? Yes, how many times can a man turn his head, pretending he just doesn’t see? The answer my friend is blowin’ in the wind. The answer is blowin’ in the wind
Posted on May 12, 2012December 21, 2017 The Yellowstone Park is something absolutely unique in the world, so far as I know. This park was created and is now administered for the benefit and enjoyment of the people. The scheme of its preservation is noteworthy in its essential democracy. The only way that the people as a whole can secure to themselves and their children the enjoyment in perpetuity of what the Yellowstone Park has to give is by assuming the ownership in the name of the nation and by jealously safeguarding and preserving the scenery, the forests, and the wild creatures.
Posted on February 26, 2012December 21, 2017 You say, love is a temple, love a higher law. Love is a temple, love the higher law. You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl. And I can’t be holding on to what you got, when all you got is hurt.
Posted on August 5, 2011December 21, 2017 Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country’s cause.
Posted on July 12, 2011December 21, 2017 Now I sit on the porch and watch the lightning-bugs fly, but I can’t see too good, I got tears in my eyes. I’m leaving tomorrow but I don’t wanna go. I love you, my town, you’ll always live in my soul. But I can see the sun’s settin’ fast, and just like they say, nothing good ever lasts. Well, go on, I gotta kiss you goodbye, but I’ll hold to my lover, ’cause my heart’s ’bout to die. Go on now and say goodbye to my town, to my town. I can see the sun has gone down on my town. On my town, goodnight.
Posted on December 14, 2010December 21, 2017 Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s need, but not every man’s greed.
Posted on August 28, 2010December 21, 2017 As we come to rely on computers to mediate our understanding of the world, it is our own intelligence that flattens into artificial intelligence.
Posted on July 6, 2010January 3, 2018 To regard states of distress in general as an objection, as something that must be abolished, is the supreme idiocy, in a general sense a real disaster in its consequences… almost as stupid as the will to abolish bad weather.
Posted on July 4, 2010January 3, 2018 If life and existence were an enjoyable state, then everyone would reluctantly approach the unconscious state of sleep and would gladly rise from it again. But the very opposite is the case, for everyone very willingly goes to sleep and unwillingly gets up again.
Posted on April 27, 2010January 3, 2018 Upon the highest throne in the world, we are seated, still, upon our arses.
Posted on January 21, 2010January 3, 2018 The office is to the modern world what the cloister was to the medieval Christendom; a chaste arena with an unrivaled capacity to excite desire.
Posted on January 1, 2010January 3, 2018 Today, I’m asked to fight a war where the shovel outweighs the rifle. In which people swap addresses with the enemy to meet when it’s all over. Plus the cat we found with a note from the Germans, “Good luck, comrades!” I was ordered to arrest the cat for high treason…
Posted on September 3, 2009January 3, 2018 I wonder if leafs feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?
Posted on July 22, 2009April 9, 2023 I can’t accept the world the way it is. It’s too horrible, but I have to try to change it. My choice is either take it or do something about it — or try to do something about it. I think we have an obligation to those who have died and to those have survived. To try, never to stop trying to make it a more humane world. And that’s what I do and I ask others to do the best they can — try. And if we try hard enough and long enough, I’m confident it will come about.
Posted on February 14, 2009January 11, 2018 Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane. I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain, and oh, I can see Daniel waving goodbye. God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes.
Posted on February 14, 2009February 15, 2018 You know a lot when you loose something. When you got it, you don’t know it.
Posted on February 2, 2009January 11, 2018 As conditional love begins to lose its interest for us, so, too, may a number of the things we pursue in order to secure that love. If wealth, esteem and power buy us a kind of regard that will last only so long as our status holds, but conversely we are destined to end our lives defenseless and disheveled, longing to be comforted like small children, then we have an unusually clear reason to concentrate our energies on those relationships which will best survive the erosion of our standing.
Posted on January 11, 2009January 11, 2018 Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail.
Posted on January 8, 2009January 11, 2018 Culture is the word we have assigned to the force that assists us in identifying which of our many sensations we should focus on and apportion value to.
Posted on December 18, 2008January 11, 2018 Much of the vitality in a friendship lies in the honoring of differences, not simply in the enjoyment of similarities.
Posted on December 6, 2008January 11, 2018 Poetry belongs not to those who write it, but to those who need it.
Posted on August 7, 2008February 7, 2018 The best thing about being a shepherd… is that you can reason with the stars. City people never look at the stars. But shepherds, in the country, at night, it’s different. Sometimes I look at the stars and reason. Does the world really exist? I don’t think the world exists, it’s just pretend. I think that when I look at a dead rabbit, too… the eyes always look alive… and they watch me, like when I look at a picture. I saw a picture once. And wherever I went… the picture was always looking at me.
Posted on August 6, 2008February 7, 2018 The idea that you, and only you, can do your job is a delusion of grandeur rather than a reflection of reality
Posted on July 18, 2008February 7, 2018 All I wanted is the best for our lives, my dear, and you know my wishes are sincere. What’s to say for the days I cannot bare.
Posted on June 18, 2008February 7, 2018 Through the years you’ve always loved me, and my life you’ve tried to save. But now I shall slumber sweetly, in a deep and lonely grave
Posted on June 8, 2008February 7, 2018 As you see yourself today, I was once seen. As you see me today, one day, you too will see yourself.
Posted on April 17, 2008February 8, 2018 I think Alfred Stieglitz’s epitaph, he told me he wanted, that ought to be ideal it said; “Here lies Alfred Stieglitz. He lived for better or for worse, but he is dead for good.”
Posted on March 17, 2008February 8, 2018 Acts of men are better than acts of God. Tell me how to stop that thing!
Posted on March 7, 2008February 8, 2018 You know what Lenin said about Beethoven’s Appasionata? “If I keep listening to it, I won’t finish the revolution.” Can anyone who heard this music, I mean truly heard it, really be a bad person?
Posted on January 4, 2008February 8, 2018 Voy calle abajo, voy calle arriba, no me rebajo ni por la vida. Me llaman calle y ese es mi orgullo, yo sé que un día llegará, yo sé que un día vendrá mi suerte, un día me vendrá a buscar a la salida un hombre bueno pa’ to la vida y sin pagar. Mi corazón no es de alquila.
Posted on November 7, 2007February 8, 2018 Do you remember, the letter that Mike Ranney wrote me? You do? You remember how I ended it? “I cherish the memories of a question my grandson asked me the other day, when he said, ‘Grandpa were you a hero in a war?’. Grandpa said no. But I served in a company of heroes.”
Posted on August 23, 2007February 9, 2018 Lord Almighty, I feel my temperature rising. Higher higher, it’s burning through to my soul. Girl, girl, girl, you gonna set me on fire. My brain is flaming, I don’t know which way to go.
Posted on August 7, 2007February 9, 2018 If there’s magic in boxing, it’s the magic of fighting battles beyond endurance, beyond cracked ribs, ruptured kidneys and detached retinas. It’s the magic of risking everything for a dream that nobody sees but you.
Posted on July 25, 2007February 9, 2018 I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me Superman.
Posted on July 6, 2007February 9, 2018 I drank because I wanted to drown my sorrows, but now the damned things have learned to swim.
Posted on July 2, 2007February 9, 2018 One day, my mother said to me, “If you become a soldier, you will be a general; if you become a monk you’ll end up as the pope.” However, I became a painter and now I am Picasso.
Posted on June 23, 2007February 9, 2018 Whether you think you can or you can’t, either way you are right.
Posted on June 9, 2007February 12, 2018 Para dejar hay que beber. Para morir primero hay que nacer. Siento ganas nuevamente de tirarme a tus pies y llevarte a mi morada otra vez. Si lo sembrás lo recogés, y si esperás vas a entender. Cuando las cosas salen como no las espero, la vida me hace más guerrero
Posted on June 2, 2007February 9, 2018 A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they are not dead, really. They’re just backing away from life. Reach out. Take a chance. Get hurt even. But play as well as you can. Go team, go! Give me an L. Give me an I. Give me a V. Give me an E. L-I-V-E. LIVE! Otherwise, you got nothing to talk about in the locker room.
Posted on April 22, 2007February 9, 2018 Ideas do not need weapons, if they can convince the great masses.
Posted on March 23, 2007February 9, 2018 En Septembre ’63, kids are gone, and so is Louise. Ontario, they did go, near la ville de Toronto. Now my tears, they roll down, tous les jours. And I remember the days, and the promises that we made. Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise
Posted on March 11, 2007February 9, 2018 What’s a house? It’s a metaphor, right… for the mind? Isn’t that what’s all about? You’ve got to tear down the old before you build the new. You’ve got to loose your mind before you find it. The universe whacked my house, but it was really whacking my mind. Let go. Give Up. Throw out all those old plans and stick your face in the here and now. Whether this works out, or it doesn’t. I’m a free man.
Posted on February 22, 2007February 9, 2018 So little? So little did you say? Oh,… why there is nothing else if there’s applause. I’ve listened back stage to people applaud. Its like,… like waves of love coming over the foot lights and wrapping you up. Imagine, to know every night that different hundreds of people love you. They smile. Their eyes shine. You please them. They want you. You belong. Just that alone is worth anything.
Posted on January 6, 2007February 9, 2018 When people speak of ideas that revolutionize society, they do but express the fact that within the old society, the elements of a new one have been created.
Posted on November 23, 2006February 9, 2018 Ah yeah, can you see them? Out on the porch, yeah, but they don’t wave. But I see them, round the front way. Yeah. And I know, and I know. I don’t want to stay. Make me cry…
Posted on August 9, 2006February 9, 2018 Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while, a great wind carries me across the sky.
Posted on June 19, 2006February 10, 2018 And music, finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase and the structure would fall. It was clear to me that sound I had heard in the Archbishop’s palace had been no accident. Here again was the very voice of God! I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink-strokes at an absolute beauty.
Posted on May 7, 2006February 10, 2018 It’s a hell of a thing, killing a man. Take away all he’s got and all he’s ever gonna have.
Posted on February 17, 2006February 10, 2018 In our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
Posted on September 3, 2005February 10, 2018 I come bearing an olive branch in one hand, and the freedom fighter’s gun in the other. Do not let the olive branch fall from my hand.
Posted on May 7, 2005February 10, 2018 Design is the method of putting form and content together. Design, just as art, has multiple definitions; there is no single definition. Design can be art. Design can be aesthetics. Design is so simple, that’s why it is so complicated.
