it doesn’t pour. (Opposite of “When it rains it pours”.)
Some of you (whoever you are) may have noticed that I haven’t been posting much for the last several months.
That’s because I didn’t have time – most of my life has been external, spent with work, projects and friends. It’s good to have friends!
However, occasionally I [...]
Archive for August, 2009
When it’s dry …
Posted in Blabla, Language, Life, Literature, Poetry, World, tagged collection, creativity, Frank O'Hara on August 3, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The end of a flight
Posted in Death, Hermeticism, Language, Life, Literature, Nature, Poetry, Words, World, tagged Death, sanctity on August 3, 2009 | 3 Comments »
It felt like a sanctity – the sanctity of this previously untouched space in yellow rock and sparse forest – had been desecrated.
