I'll be stumblin' away

Slowly learnin' that life is okay.

facere

Facts:

Tell me anything
I knew it 

What a coincidence
it always is 

I recognized you
the minute I saw you 

Aram Saroyan.

In restless dreams I walked alone

Dude wrote this in his bathroom in the dark when he was 21.

How to Be a Poet

iii:

Accept what comes from silence.   

Make the best you can of it.   

Of the little words that come   

out of the silence, like prayers   

prayed back to the one who prays,   

make a poem that does not disturb   

the silence from which it came.

Wendell Berry.

"Who said anything about watching films?"

Werner Herzog saw it coming https://t.co/4c16DhdqYu pic.twitter.com/c7AJDk5jNl

— Essayful (@SeeCathedrals) September 23, 2026

I really dig this.  Tried reading it in Herzog's voice (suboptimal), then tried finding audio wherein he reads the passage aloud (non-existent).  But here he is expressing the same sentiment on YouTube: 

Selah.

#throwbackthursday

That wagon is still in Vermont, but I have the exact same wagon in Washington.  (2015)

You'll never know how your face has haunted me

My very soul has to bleed this time.

It's Super

New Intelligence:

Stars

are the campfires

of exiles.

Language exists

to pull things

close.

Rae Armantrout.

All these words they make no sense

I find bliss in ignorance.

It Isn’t Possible to Love and Part

Anniversary:

Nothing's changed except the view.
The tree grows down from a bird,
the strong grass pulls up the earth
to a hill. Wade here, my dear,
through green shallows of daisies.
I hear the voice talking that is dead
behind the voice that is talking now.
The shaping congregations
sail over in a barge of clouds
indifferent to us below.
The more they go they come again.
The clocks of the smoky town
strike a quiet grating sound.
Tomorrow will be the same.
Two sit on this hill and count,
two moving from the two that stayed. 

What happens to a flame blown out?
What perishes? Only the view,
never my magnified hand in yours 
whatever hurt and angers done.
I breathe in air the dead breathed out.
When first you inclined your face
to mine, my sweet ally came,
with your brown eyes purely wide.
My right hand on your left breast
I said, I have little to tell my dear.
For the pure bird, a pure cage.
Oh the silence that you lost
blind in the pandemonium
of the kiss and ruined was.
My dear, my dear, what perishes ?
I hear this voice in a voice to come. 

Dannie Abse.

The Power of Rock Compels Us

Wonder if Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem caught Metallica in Seattle back in '89.

Bob Ross Has Entered the Chat

Your World:

Your world is as big as you make it.

I know, for I used to abide

In the narrowest nest in a corner,

My wings pressing close to my side.

 

But I sighted the distant horizon

Where the skyline encircled the sea

And I throbbed with a burning desire

To travel this immensity.

 

I battered the cordons around me

And cradled my wings on the breeze,

Then soared to the uttermost reaches

With rapture, with power, with ease!

Georgia Douglas Johnson. 

They're the cathedrals of our time, someone said

Not me.

No Candy-Colored Clown

In My Dreams:

In my dreams I am always saying goodbye and riding away,   

Whither and why I know not nor do I care.

And the parting is sweet and the parting over is sweeter,   

And sweetest of all is the night and the rushing air.

In my dreams they are always waving their hands and saying goodbye,

And they give me the stirrup cup and I smile as I drink,   

I am glad the journey is set, I am glad I am going,

I am glad, I am glad, that my friends don't know what I think.

Stevie Smith.