BurningbirdRecovered from the Wayback Machine. I was tempted into intruding in a discussion I read about at Steve Himmer’s, about Weblog as Literature. Or should I say weblogging as small “l” literature. This is a topic of particular interest to me lately, especially after pulling Paths: The Book of Colors. However, it’s also too rich for […]
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. In CNN, from the report on the 25,000 rally for the US troops at “Ground Zero” in New York: “Some of you may have seen yesterday in Baghdad a picture of a statue of that evil dictator being toppled and dragged through the streets by Iraqis,” Pataki said to the cheering […]
Tonight, something different. Two postings, with a photo in each. Both photos of the same bridge, taken at the same time, but from slightly different perspectives. One is black & white, the other in color. Each photograph is paired with a poem with completely different subjects: one is about catching a fish, the other traveling the open road. However, […]
(1) Afoot and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose. Henceforth I ask not good-fortune I myself am good fortune; Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, Strong and content, I travel the open road. The […]
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn’t fight. He hadn’t fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, […]