Reflections on Moth and Gaslight I am watching a moth fly from its perch to the gaslight on Summer Street. Suddenly the moth remembers what it means to have a home and what it means to live and to die and to be born again in the form of loneliness. Trapped. Clinging to the golden… Continue reading Jennifer Boyd
There is a time in every man’s education when he arrives at the conviction that envy is ignorance; that imitation is suicide; that he must take himself for better, for worse, as his portion; that though the wide universe is full of good, no kernel of nourishing corn can come to him but through his… Continue reading Ralph Waldo Emerson
Not even the human imagination satisfies the endless emptiness of the soul. — Allen Ginsberg, from “Over Kansas,” Collected Poems 1947-1997 (Harper Perennial Modern Classics, 2007)
I am a cage, in search of a bird. — Franz Kafka
What we are given is taken away, but we manage to keep it secretly. We lose everything, but make harvest of the consequence it was to us. Memory builds this kingdom from the fragments and approximation. We are gleaners who fill the barn for the winter that comes on. — Jack Gilbert, from “Moreover,” Refusing… Continue reading Jack Gilbert
Sometimes I sits and thinks, and sometimes I just sits. — Often attributed to A. A. Milne from his contributions to Punch, a British humor magazine, joining the staff in 1906. Was used again later in Winnie-the-Pooh. (Dutton Juvenile; Anniversary edition, October 1, 2001) Originally published October 14th 1926.
I had a vision once, Which wasn’t even mine, of a long breath bounded at its ends by silence. Like a sentence following the story of a life until its energy was spent And its parentheses closed. —John Koethe, from “The Distinguished Thing,” Kenyon Review (vol. 308, no. 14, Fall 2008