Posted on April 16, 2022April 18, 2022 Straight? What’s straight? A line can be straight, or a street. But the heart of a human being?
Posted on November 10, 2019November 10, 2019 Our lives are streams flowing into the same river towards whatever heaven lies in the mist beyond the falls. Find the joy in your life my dear friend; close your eyes and let the waters take you home.
Posted on October 22, 2018July 17, 2019 Ay, mi familia. Oiga mi gente. Canten a coro nuestra canción. Amor verdadero nos une por siempre. En el latido de mi corazón.
Posted on February 9, 2018February 10, 2018 Sometimes it’s easy to forget that we spend most our time stumbling around in the dark. Suddenly, a light gets turned on, and there’s a fair share of blame to go around. I can’t speak to what happened before I arrived, but… all of you have done some very good reporting here. Reporting that I believe is gonna have an immediate and considerable impact on our readers. For me, this kind of story is why we do this.
Posted on June 17, 2017February 10, 2018 Quite an experience to live in fear, isn’t it? That is what it is to be a slave. I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.
Posted on August 12, 2016February 10, 2018 I have been memorizing this room. In the future, in my memory, I shall live a great deal in this room.
Posted on January 1, 2010January 3, 2018 Today, I’m asked to fight a war where the shovel outweighs the rifle. In which people swap addresses with the enemy to meet when it’s all over. Plus the cat we found with a note from the Germans, “Good luck, comrades!” I was ordered to arrest the cat for high treason…
Posted on February 14, 2009February 15, 2018 You know a lot when you loose something. When you got it, you don’t know it.
Posted on December 6, 2008January 11, 2018 Poetry belongs not to those who write it, but to those who need it.
Posted on August 7, 2008February 7, 2018 The best thing about being a shepherd… is that you can reason with the stars. City people never look at the stars. But shepherds, in the country, at night, it’s different. Sometimes I look at the stars and reason. Does the world really exist? I don’t think the world exists, it’s just pretend. I think that when I look at a dead rabbit, too… the eyes always look alive… and they watch me, like when I look at a picture. I saw a picture once. And wherever I went… the picture was always looking at me.
Posted on June 18, 2008February 7, 2018 Through the years you’ve always loved me, and my life you’ve tried to save. But now I shall slumber sweetly, in a deep and lonely grave
Posted on March 7, 2008February 8, 2018 You know what Lenin said about Beethoven’s Appasionata? “If I keep listening to it, I won’t finish the revolution.” Can anyone who heard this music, I mean truly heard it, really be a bad person?
Posted on July 25, 2007February 9, 2018 I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me Superman.
Posted on June 2, 2007February 9, 2018 A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they are not dead, really. They’re just backing away from life. Reach out. Take a chance. Get hurt even. But play as well as you can. Go team, go! Give me an L. Give me an I. Give me a V. Give me an E. L-I-V-E. LIVE! Otherwise, you got nothing to talk about in the locker room.
Posted on February 22, 2007February 9, 2018 So little? So little did you say? Oh,… why there is nothing else if there’s applause. I’ve listened back stage to people applaud. Its like,… like waves of love coming over the foot lights and wrapping you up. Imagine, to know every night that different hundreds of people love you. They smile. Their eyes shine. You please them. They want you. You belong. Just that alone is worth anything.
Posted on January 6, 2007February 9, 2018 When people speak of ideas that revolutionize society, they do but express the fact that within the old society, the elements of a new one have been created.
Posted on June 19, 2006February 10, 2018 And music, finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase and the structure would fall. It was clear to me that sound I had heard in the Archbishop’s palace had been no accident. Here again was the very voice of God! I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink-strokes at an absolute beauty.
Posted on May 7, 2006February 10, 2018 It’s a hell of a thing, killing a man. Take away all he’s got and all he’s ever gonna have.
