Nothing wrong with reading a poem 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,647 times, ya know - nothing really matters or is wrong when flowers pick themselves, so go on get on this balloon, look at the flowers smiling at you, look at the small children sending you kisses with cookie crumbs on their spring clothes, say hello to the breeze, … Continue reading E.E Cummings – who knows if the moon’s a balloon

Just started reading Rilke and Lou Andreas-Salomé: A Love Story in Letters - and goodness...  Many loved Lou for the multitude she carried in herself and she loved many, but I like to think she loved Rilke the most! Bisous mon petit cupcake wherever you may be! [Again and again] Rainer Maria Rilke Again and again, … Continue reading Rainer Maria Rilke – [Again and again]

Rilke How far from us everything is, and long gone. I think the star whose light reaches me now has been dead for thousands of years. I think I heard in the boat that went by something anxious being said. In a house, a clock has struck the hour... In which house? I would like … Continue reading Rilke – [How far from us everything is, and long gone]

Pablito! Body of a Woman Body of a woman, white hills, white thighs, you look like a world, lying in surrender. My rough peasant's body digs in you and makes the son leap from the depth of the earth. I was lone like a tunnel. The birds fled from me, and nigh swamped me with … Continue reading Pablo Neruda – Body of a Woman

Richard Brautigan Your Catfish Friend If I were to live my life in catfish forms in scaffolds of skin and whiskers at the bottom of a pond and you were to come by one evening when the moon was shining down into my dark home and stand there at the edge of my affection and … Continue reading Richard Brautigan – Your Catfish Friend

Time for some beautiful lines and absolutely crazy formatting..Happy Friday - ah thank you Frank, and all the other people out there peopling... wonderful to kiss you, wonderful to be alone, wonderful to love you, wonderful to depart - I am alive with you - for you - from you. You can also listen to this … Continue reading Frank O’Hara – St. Paul and All That

Yes yes yes!!! you!! Give me your hand, I'll bring the wine! “A book of verses underneath the bough A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness And wilderness is paradise now.” ― Omar Khayyám, Translated by Edward Fitzgerald

I read the poem below this morning, and I wrote this one at my cafe-office looking at a guy peacefully sleeping while holding his giant organic chemistry text book across the table from me. - Ryokan "Even if you consume as many books As the sands of the Ganges It is not as good as really … Continue reading Ryokan – Everything is in the Heart

Kobayashi Issa O snail Climb Mount Fuji But slowly, slowly  

“Slowly slowly O mind... Everything in its own pace happens, Gardner may water a hundred buckets... Fruit arrives only in its season.” ― Kabir