Bertolt Brecht | A worker reads history

Bertolt Brecht, (Bertholt n.d.) Who built the seven gates of Thebes? The books are filled with names of kings. Was it the kings who hauled the craggy blocks of stone? And Babylon, so many times destroyed. Who built the city up each time? In which of Lima’s houses, That city glittering with gold, lived those who built it? In the evening when the Chinese wall was finished Where did the masons go?...

2022-11-15 2024-02-24 1 min

Robert Frost | Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. The leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day, Nothing gold can stay. Robert Frost, (“Nothing Gold Can Stay (Poem)” 2022) Bibliography “Nothing Gold Can Stay (Poem).” 2022. Wikipedia, June. https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?title=Nothing_Gold_Can_Stay_(poem)&oldid=1091247783.

2022-07-20 2024-02-24 1 min

The Riddle of Strider

All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king. J. R. R. Tolkien, (Tolkien 2012) Bibliography Tolkien, J. R. R. 2012....

2022-07-20 2024-02-24 1 min

There will come soft rains

(War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pools singing at night, And wild plum-trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree...

2022-04-01 2024-02-24 1 min

Emily Dickinson | "Hope" is the thing with feathers

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea -...

2022-03-28 2024-02-24 1 min

Emily Dickinson | Tell all the truth but tell it slant

Emily Dickinson, (Dickinson 2022) Tell all the truth but tell it slant — Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children eased With explanation kind The Truth must dazzle gradually Or every man be blind — One of my Favorites. Bibliography Dickinson, Emily. 2022. “Tell All the Truth but Tell It Slant.” Text/Html. Poetry Foundation. Poetry Foundation. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/56824/tell-all-the-truth-but-tell-it-slant-1263. Backlinks Guidelines for parenting

2022-03-22 2024-02-24 1 min

Footnote to Howl

Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! Holy! The world is holy! The soul is holy! The skin is holy! The nose is holy! The tongue and cock and hand and asshole holy! Everything is holy! everybody’s holy! everywhere is holy! everyday is in eternity! Everyman’s an angel! The bum’s as holy as the seraphim! the madman is holy as you my soul are holy!...

2022-03-14 2024-02-24 2 min

Allen Ginsberg | Howl

Allen Ginsberg, (Ginsberg 2022) One of my Favorites. I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix, angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night, who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,...

2022-03-13 2024-02-24 14 min

Percy Bysshe Shelley | Ozymandias

I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear:...

2022-02-26 2024-02-24 1 min

Litany against fear

I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain. Bene Gesserit, (Herbert 1999) Bibliography Herbert, Frank. 1999. Dune....

2022-02-17 2024-02-24 1 min