This isn't meant to be a collection of everything I enjoy, but just a place to put things so that I won't lose them.
Sent to me by a European gentleman after reading my pages.
- Robert GravesHe is quick, thinking in clear images;
I am slow, thinking in broken images.
He becomes dull, trusting to his clear images;
I become sharp, mistrusting my broken images.
Trusting his images, he assumes their relevance;
Mistrusting my images, I question their relevance.
Assuming their relevance, he assumes the fact;
Questioning their relevance, I question the fact.
When the fact fails him, he questions his senses;
When the fact fails me, I approve my senses.
He continues quick and dull in his clear images;
I continue slow and sharp in my broken images.
He in a new confusion of his understanding;
I in a new understanding of my confusion.
I read this to Warren Thompson as he died in 1997, us alone in the hospital, and again at his fumeral.
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul;
He leadeth me in the paths of righteosness for his name´s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil;
For thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
We starve, look at one another
Short of breath
Walking proudly in our winter coats
Wearing smells from laboratories,
Facing a dying nation
Of moving paper fantasy,
Listening for the new told lies,
With supreme visions of lonely tunes.
Somewhere, inside something there is a rush of greatness
Who knows what stands in front of our lives
I fashion my future on films in space.
Silence tells me secretly
Everything.
Everything.