one should not confuse a private life with private strife.
if your dreams have all died: awake.
from chaos comes opportunity.
within each long & pregnant silence there stirs a new song.
so now: act before it’s too late & don’t forget to sing.
moaning onerous omens & stolen koans.
the longest goodbye is the one we neglect to say.
earthquake scarecrow vs. acid lion.
summer sweat, winter feeling.
patient as an arctic glacier, persistent as a bristlecone pine.
eccentric auras, occulded eras, riparian arias.
we have always made mistakes, but the greatest mistakes are the poems we’ve written.
—tzara.
i’ll tell you the one thing i know with absolute certainty: i don’t know.
remember: at other levels every grain of ash is a jewel.
sometimes i feel
so low-down & disgusted
can’t help but wonder
what’s happening
to my companions
are they lost or are they found,
have they counted the cost
it’ll take to bring down
all their earthly principles
they’re gonna have to abandon?
—zimmerman.
i’m trying to cultivate a lack of oblivion.
—father john misty.
everything forever.