rice and beans
sprouts and greens
water and love
life itself – is enough
All about love
Honor and love – what else – defy the usurpation of meaning by the Story of capitalism, because they require the notion of “enough”
Philosophy
we observe the armistice
between our shadows
today,
we live in a world
of small things
Poetry
Leading a life that will never be approved of
So there. This is what you have done.
Something inside is waiting until you are gone.
My highest morality is a travesty.
My greatest love, revolting.
My sacred ones, a blemish on your race.
My hatred, the purest thing I know.
Poetry
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing,
How love that passes is enough.
Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead and how
In the grave all love shall sleep
Love is aweary now
– James Joyce
Poetry
Poem
, in which we are not immortal
but our identities dissolve in-
to one another and we are only
a little bit afraid to call it love
Poetry
“Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: All of them make me laugh.” — W.H. Auden
The good life