Reading Brecht in Berlin
The tattered cord can again become knotted. It holds but it is torn. Perhaps we'll face each other again but there, where you left me, you'll not meet me again.…
The tattered cord can again become knotted. It holds but it is torn. Perhaps we'll face each other again but there, where you left me, you'll not meet me again.…
One of my favourite Les Murray poems
My mind to me a kingdom is; Such perfect joy therein I find That it excels all other bliss Which God or nature hath assign'd. Though much I want that…
Subaru in the snow, a photo by RaeAllen on Flickr.Have you gazed on naked grandeur where there's nothing else to gaze on, Set pieces and drop-curtain scenes galore, Big mountains…
The madness of men, Is seldom acknowledged, And rarely appreciated.
The word That defines my life: Later. Mine has been A life that will be lived later. ~ Anurag Mathur
I live far off in the wild Where moss and woods Are thick and plants perfumed I can see mountains rain or shine And never hear market noise I light…
I can tell by the way the trees beat, after so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes that a storm is coming, and I hear the far-off fields say…
I have not bummed across America with only a dollar to spare, one pair of busted Levi's and a bowie knife. I have lived with thieves in Manchester. I have…
My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the working of his lie On mine, and mouth scarce able to…