Hi. Here’s a photo of the only two humans in the Bay Area who slept through a 6.1-magnitude earthquake. Also, we are standing on a sand dune cliff. #thankstruffles (at Drakes Beach)
Well, this summer 👍👍👍… @akimboconnect in Time today.
There is nothing wrong with loving the crap out of everything. Negative people find their walls. So never apologize for your enthusiasm. Never. Ever. Never.”
— Ryan Adams
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for.
To quote from Whitman, ”O me, O life of the questions of these recurring. Of the endless trains of the faithless. Of cities filled with the foolish. What good amid these, O me, O life?”
Answer: that you are here. That life exists and identity. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
I can’t keep you in my dreams.
How sad it is to have created a life without the one you love
Shapes cross the sky like a meteor show in bloom
But I am not outside
I am in my head
My memories in transit
How can you miss everything and nothing at the same time?
Why can’t I help but feel nostalgic for the bitterness I once tasted?
You can put countries and coasts and plains in between the problems
But feelings are not geographical
They stick with vengeance
They live within
But lest we forget so do the stars.
June 9, 2010. 5:31am est.