March 2012
i dreamed i called you on the telephone to say: be kinder to yourself but you were sick and would not answer
the waste of my love goes on this way trying to save you from yourself
i have always wondered about the left-over energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill long after the rains have stopped
or the fire you want to go to bed from but cannot leave, burning-down but not...
sucking at morning running, started a new job so i would have to get up at 5 to make it to work on time, more of a vision than a goal.
- from a friend in response to my question: morning running? [emphasis mine]
i dream about a kind of criticism that would try not to judge but to bring an oeuvre, a book, a sentence, an idea to life; it would light fires, watch the grass grow, listen to the wind, and catch the sea foam in the breeze and scatter it. it would multiply not judgments but signs of existence; it would summon them, drag them from their sleep. perhaps it would invent them sometimes — all the...
i think all college students, maybe before college even, but certainly by college, should read letters to a young poet. it cuts through to the heart of what’s of value in life. to really be true to your own spirit. to be awake and develop patience so that you truly understand what it is you’re trying to do, desire, and who in fact you really are. that is not what you’d get from...
