I am currently charged with the task of reading a great deal of John Donne’s poetry, and I will after I complete this post. When I have something to do and I have not yet begun, I feel a shock of dread for the unknown, regardless of my measure of research or mental preparation. Before … Continue reading A Bell Tolls at Midnight
Staying up late has a certain intrigue associated with it, and I often can’t resist the idea of being active in the wee small hours of the morning. At the time of the decision, I rationalize my choice to be of sound judgment because I feel like a million bucks and would prefer not to … Continue reading Early, Early Morning
Synthesis breeds more synthesis, but requires an initial push. Rolling creativity into production– a steam engine warming up until the wheels glide due to previous spins and more energy would be spent to stop it than keep it going–production.
A hundred year-old tree trunk stands fast like cement, rigidly prepared for encounters which may happen once in a hundred years, its existence dedicated to braving probability and boring its roots through porous earth wide as its fragile canopy and deep as its constitution allows. The odds of lifting this tree by the roots are … Continue reading Centenarian
Poetry comes from the notion of explaining why things happen, whether or not they base themselves in reality. Often times, these things happen due to human intervention, but some, less deterministic and headstrong, detangle the web of cosmic perception and show what happens as it happens and for the purpose of its happenstance, regardless of … Continue reading Cosmic Debris