Friday, March 24, 2006

The Taste

Singing in the rain, originally uploaded by neloqua.

The taste
of rain
—Why kneel?

Jack Kerouac

Saturday, March 18, 2006

Western Haikus

Cherry Blossoms, originally uploaded by Malavagma.

Cold February
coffee in bed, laundry pile.
I should have another cup.

Who haven't you slept with?
I'm sure
I'll meet them soon.

The gas station attendant,
missing her front teeth,
has a contagious smile.

Sighs escape from smile
the waitress aches for closing,
remembers herself.

The child with the balloon
untied it from his arm
To see how high it would go.

He is young and angry and drunk.
I ran my hands down his tattooed arms,
then ran away.

~ Summer Copeland

Friday, March 17, 2006

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

May the blessing of light be
upon you,
light without and light within . . .
And in all of your comings and goings,
may you ever have a kindly greeting
from them you meet along the road.

From an Old Gaelic Prayer

Sunday, March 05, 2006


Silence, originally uploaded by magic fly paula.

"'Remember, young man, unceasingly,' Father Paissy began, without preface, 'that the science of this world, which has become a great power, has, especially in the last century, analysed everything divine handed down to us in the holy books. After this cruel analysis the learned of this world have nothing left of all that was sacred of old. But they have only anlaysed the parts and overlooked the whole, and indeed their blindness is marvellous. Yet the whole still stands steadfast before their eyes, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Has it not lasted nineteen centuries, is it not still a living, a moving power in the individual soul and in the masses of people? It is still as strong and living even in the souls of atheists, who have destroyed everything! For even those who have renounced Christianity and attack it, in their inmost being still follow the Christian ideal, for hitherto neither their subtlety nor the ardour of their hearts has been able to create a higher ideal of man and of virtue than the ideal given by Christ of old. When it has been attempted, the result has been only grotesque. Remember this especially, young man, since you are being sent into the world by your departing elder. Maybe, remembering this great day, you will not forget my words, uttered from the heart for your guidance, seeing you are young, and the temptations of the world are great and beyond your strength to endure. Well, now go, my orphan.'"

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov