BurningbirdJust writing
I’ve known rivers: I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers. I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young. I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep. I looked upon the […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I took my car in for its long overdue oil and filter change this afternoon. The place I use is right next to a Border’s (a book store) so I looked around there while waiting. I don’t know if other authors do this or not, but every time I go […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. What better way to get to the root of humanity’s global unconsciousness than studying linguistics. Combine this with humanity’s earliest attempts at communication and one can find the true root of male and female interaction, as explored in Cave Linguistica by David Salo: “Og like Nala”, “Me deer”, “Tiger eat Og deer, […]
The roots of the gnarly tree run deep. The untroubled tree grows straight and smooth, beautiful and proud treetops vanishing into the sky, towering over lessor beings. The gnarly tree rests close to the earth, and twists about from knocks and blows; rough skinned from exposure and bowed with time. The untroubled tree commands respect […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that […]