Friday, March 26, 2021

Salad Days


Thursday, March 18, 2021

When Our Hearts Were Young and Gay


Wednesday, March 10, 2021

Moses on a Pony


Friday, March 5, 2021

The Good Face

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle
Everything I do is stitched with its color

-WS Merwin


Monday, March 1, 2021

The Dream of the Ridiculous Man

All are tending to one and the same goal, at least all aspire to the same goal, from the wise man to the lowest murderer, but only by different ways. It is an old truth, but there is this new in it: I cannot go far astray. I saw the truth. I saw and know that men could be beautiful and happy, without losing the capacity to live upon the earth. I will not, I cannot believe that evil is the normal condition of men. I saw the truth, I did not invent it with my mind. I saw, saw, and her living image filled my soul for ever. I saw her in such consummate perfection that I cannot possibly believe that she was not among men. How can I then go astray? The living image of what I saw will be with me always, and will correct and guide me always. Oh, I am strong and fresh, I can go on, go on, even for a thousand years.
-Fyodor Dostoyevsky