When I am old and the fire of my intellect has dimmed and the powers of my observation have dulled, may the fading visions and the what’s left of the imagination sustain me.
That and morphine.
"Humanly speaking, it is a more important matter to play the fiddle, even badly, then to write huge works upon recondite subjects." —RLS
What hath night to do with sleep ?
To err is human but it feels divine.
-- Mae West
The cat is above all things, a dramatist.
Crows weep for the dead lamb then devour him.
- Italian proverb
Friday Night with Cat
In my lap, fur damp from rainstorm,
I can feel each rib and knob of spine
the skull he pushes into my palm
and the angular chin he extends
beneath my fingers. If piano keys
had been like Ocho's chin
I could have made music purr.
It is the skull of a cat that sits
on top of the devil's cane.
Each knob of spine is an answer.
Each rib a reason for hunger.
Neither friend nor enemy Ocho
is the cumulative effort of years
to love something that does not.
He will sit forever in the mountain's
sarcophagus, birds and chipmunks
strewn at his feet, each an offering.
- Cameron Keller Scott, from The Book of Ocho
What do we know but that we face one another in this place ? - Yeats
Because You Asked About the Line Between Poetry and Prose
Sparrows were feeding in a freezing drizzle
That while you watched turned into pieces of snow Riding a gradient invisible
From silver aslant to random, white, and slow.
There came a moment that you couldn't tell.
And then they clearly flew instead of fell. - Nemerov
...Defenseless under the night Our world in stupor lies; Yet, dotted everywhere, Ironic points of light Flash out wherever the Just Exchange their messages: May I, composed like them Of Eros and of dust, Beleaguered by the same Negation and despair, Show an affirming flame. -Auden
no soda --
"Beliefs are relative. Our connection with reality is always tenuous. I do not know by what magic a picture appears on my television screen, or how a crystal chip has apparently infinite capacities. I accept, simply. And yet I am by nature sceptical -- a questioner, a doubter, an instinctive agnostic. In the frozen stone of the cathedrals of Europe there co-exist the Apostles, Christ and Mary, lambs, fish, gryphons, dragons, sea-serpents and the faces of men with leaves for hair. I approve of that liberality of mind." -- Penelope Lively
it is hard to remain human on a day when birds perch weeping in the trees and the squirrel eyes do not look away but the dog ones do in pity. another child has killed a child and i catch myself relieved that they are white and i might understand except that i am tired of understanding. if these alphabets could speak their own tongue it would be all symbol surely; the cat would hunch across the long table and that would mean time is catching up, and the spindle fish would run to ground and that would mean the end is coming and the grains of dust would gather themselves along the streets and spell out these too are your children this too is your child.