Monday, January 2, 2012 at 3:17PM Summer Day
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver, 1990
Monday, December 12, 2011 at 4:28PM | Filed under: Inspirations Connections
Connections
Connections
What are all these
Connect
ions
Not words
Not touch
Not glance
I look
Projection -
Connections
Where are you
I
Hidden
Loose synapses
Wires - Pixels
Profiles
Characters - so few -
so many
How
I want paper
Hands and
kisses
Staring - hair
brushed back
Lost are these ways
hidden is our
friendship
Emerge.
undo.
Monday, December 12, 2011 at 4:25PM | Filed under: Spontaneous Poetry, Technology Recovery
A much needed night and day off. First weekend night free in ages. Had a drink with friends, then another with my brother. My mind mends itself. It's cold and gray. Weather for thinking. My body needs exercise. Long days in a chair make a cruel partner. Ate brunch. Plan to spend the afternoon and evening writing, editing, wondering. Perhaps I'll venture out again.
Saturday, December 10, 2011 at 3:22PM coffee in my veins
Working a lot of long days lately. Surviving on scattered sleep and coffee. Hard to get out of bed sometimes. Like escaping a warm dungeon. Happy.
Friday, December 9, 2011 at 12:53PM I am currently trying to put all those pieces back together. For me, that means filmmaking – which is brutal, discouraging, and the best thing in the world.
-Gregory Collins
Friday, December 9, 2011 at 12:49PM | Filed under: Inspirations