Wonderful poems -- strange, green, moving -- read here in San Francisco as the storm of the century is moving in. But, well, OK, its not the first time, but I can't make out the way the Herakleitos fits with the other green poems. Don't tell me! I want to sit with it for a bit.
Wonderful poems -- strange, green, moving -- read here in San Francisco as the storm of the century is moving in. But, well, OK, its not the first time, but I can't make out the way the Herakleitos fits with the other green poems. Don't tell me! I want to sit with it for a bit.
I love the Bronk. I’ll be mindful and observe my situations today.
we have to "live for certain grandeurs that fade fast" (Jean Garrigue)
I second the love of the Bronk.