“A Hundred Years from Today”
“Loch Lomond”
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Author: The Best American Poetry
“A Hundred Years from Today”
“Loch Lomond”
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Author: The Best American Poetry
I do not know what to regret anymore, that I cannot reach you through our memories, that an insane song cannot touch your soul, or that you reversed yourself on the other side of Life. I watched how spring drained from us and not even a curved second could see anymore the Miracle from us….
Or is it already the season of forgoing resolutions? On my way to the swimming pool this morning I heard on the radio that people are already forsaking their best laid plans. The reason: their goals are too ambitious. One should make small attainable goals. Instead of planning to become a triathlete, one should plan…
The front window-sills of houses In Noe Valley, San Francisco’s High-end suburb on the hill Above the Mission, Are galleries for Placards these days. Held fast to pane glass with Scotch Tape Are tack-board admonishments To neighbours unnerved by The continued march of Corona, Bearing words that soothe: EVERYTHING WILL BE OK. WE WILL SURVIVE….
“I knew that I should never write as well as I could wish, but I thought with pains I could arrive at writing as well as my natural defects allowed. On taking thought it seemed to me that I must aim at lucidity, simplicity and euphony.” “There is nothing more awe-inspiring than when a man…
“Songlines” by Marco Berrettini. Photo © Laurent Philippe The Ballet de Lorraine opened its 2023-2024 season at the beginning of November with Michele Di Stefano’s Sierras: Danses atmosphériques (“Mountains: ambiance dances”) and Marco Berrettini’s Songlines (“Dream tracks”), both of them visually lovely and perceptually stimulating. “Visually lovely and perceptually stimulating” makes me think how much more…
_________________________________________________________________________ The Neighbors When a man and woman built their house on the hill behind mine, thus ruining forever the satisfaction I took in seeing no house but mine in any direction, I felt cheated and bitter. I live at the…