December 2011
10 posts
“Genius could be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.”
– Charles Bukowski
today's word:
confluence \ˈkän-ˌflü-ən(t)s, kən-ˈ\ , noun
1. a coming or flowing together, a gathering at one point
2. the flowing together of two or more streams
3. the place of meeting of two streams
from Summer Storm by Dana Gioia
There are so many might have beens, What ifs that won’t stay buried, Other cities, other jobs, Strangers we might have married.
And memory insists on pining For places it never went, As if life would be happier Just by being different.
here’s the rest of this beautiful poem.
“Happiness is neither virtue nor pleasure nor this thing nor that, but simply...”
– William Butler Yeats
You don’t know nights of love? Don’t
petals of soft words float upon your blood?
Are there no places on your dear body
that keep remembering like eyes?
-from an untitled poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
“We work in the dark. We do what we can. We give what we have. Our doubt is our...”
– Henry James
“In the summer
peaches the color of sunrise
In the fall
plums the color of dusk”
-from “The Beginning of September” by Robert Hass
today's word:
numinous \ˈnü-mə-nəs, ˈnyü-\ , adj.
1. mysterious, supernatural
2. filled with a sense of supernatural presence; holy
3. spiritually elevated; sublime
(i can’t stop saying numinousness.)
“The writer must write what he has to say. Not speak it.”
– -Ernest Hemingway