Alice

'Deliver me from writers who say the way they live doesn't matter. I'm not sure a bad person can write a good book, If art doesn't make us better, then what on earth is it for?'

terra firma

reliance
on universal
companions

the morning
noon
and night

lonely
earth
separated
from
heaven

clouds
creating
a
midsummer
haze

golden and silver

slumbering
away
immortality

to explore
and learn
the
forgotten
forests

mysteriously
mystically
hatching
new
life

I
bathe
in the
pure
new
light

reborn

him, again....

'I came into this world, not chiefly to make this a good place to live in, but to live in it, be it good or bad.'

Protest is Patriotic

'let your life be a counter friction to stop the machine.'

Do I Dare Disturb The Universe?

'Till human voices wake us, and we drown.'

tangled

twisting
changing
turning
into
something
else
into
someone
else
metamorphosis
taking place
slowly
over time
looking
less
and
less

like
what
i
once
knew
and
more
and
more
like
something
i have
never
known

wondering
why
this
transformation
must
occur?

wondering
why
everything
must
inevitably
change?

Everything Must Change.

even what
was
once
perfection
and
bliss
must
evolve
into
something
different.

for
better
or
for
worse.

ancient mariner

'Water, water, everywhere,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, everywhere,
Nor any drop to drink.'

'Alone, alone, all, all alone,
Alone on a wide wide sea!
And never a saint took pity on
My soul in agony.'

'Around, around, flew each sweet sound.
Then darted to the Sun;
Slowly the sounds came back again
Now mixed, now one by one.'

'The pang, the curse, with which they died,
Had never passed away:
I could not draw my eyes from theirs,
Nor turn them up to pray.'

damn puzzler

'You've been an American. It's our big problem. We mean so well. We want to help everyone. We think we know best and we act from the best possible motives. And then the politicians and the corporations take over for the only reason they know which is to make another buck. Result, catastrophe.'

mantua

'Yon light is not day-light, I know it, I:
It is some meteor that the sun exhales,
To be to thee this night a torch-bearer,
And light thee on thy way to Mantua:
Therefore stay yet; thou need'st not to be gone.'

Storer

'how blind that cannot see serenity'