Tired supplications.
Tonight, simply a poem.
Prayer
Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.
-- Galway Kinnell
posted by Dr. S at 11:29 PM
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Tonight, simply a poem.
Prayer
Whatever happens. Whatever
what is is is what
I want. Only that. But that.
-- Galway Kinnell
About Me
- Name: Dr. S
- Location: Gambier, Ohio, United States
Annie Dillard could have been writing about me when she said (of herself), "I like the slants of light; I'm a collector." Or Willem de Kooning: "I'm like a slipping glimpser." And don't forget Brenda Ueland: "I learned that you should feel when writing, not like Lord Byron on a mountain top, but like a child stringing beads in kindergarten--happy, absorbed and quietly putting one bead on after another." But the Beastie Boys might have said it best: "When it comes to panache, I can't be beat." There's a reason I wear a ring that says Badass.
Back
- Riding shotgun.
- Multiplying the moon.
- Sigh, and sigh again.
- Wonder Woman bowls again.
- Yet another personal ad for your delectation.
- Cartwheels and dew.
- Intricacy, then, is the subject.
- Visions of something like grandeur.
- And we all fall down slackjawed to marvel at words.
- Cleaning down this mess.
2 Comments:
This photograph turns all my love for the city inside out.
It seems possible to me that our eyes sometimes just want what is not immediately available to us. Enjoy the other rural shots; they're all over the place here (and by here I mean on this blog and, as you well know, all over the place where I am!).
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