learn by hand, love by heart, live by hope

I made my place by the door
I didn't know what I was waiting for
It felt just like home
Except no grass, no yard, no pictures hung

I could see across to the park
And there were friends
They were laughing hard
They looked just like my own
With no face, no name, no voice I'd know

I finally made it
I made a clean getaway
I finally made it
I made a clean getaway

I met someone at the bar
He had a great smile and a great heart
It felt just like love
Except no fear of losing and it wasn't tough

I finally made it
I made a clean getaway
I finally made it
I made a clean getaway

And I miss you
I miss you every single day


go here to listen:
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When you talk about her,
it is with an ellipsis, always,
so that her name stays
suspended in the air between us
long after it has left your lips:
a kite with strings of not-quite periods.

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http://www.wefeelfine.org/

Check it out.

"I do not belong to that fortunate class of authors who write constantly, quickly, easily, and always well, whose imaginations never tire and who--unhampered by doubts or inhibitions--are by nature open to the world. Whatever they touch, it is always exactly right. That I do not belong in such company, of course, bothers me, and sometimes even upsets me: I am ambitious and I'm angry with myself for having so few ideas, for finding it so difficult to write, for having so little faith in myself, and for thinking so much about everything that I often feel crippled by it."

(Vaclav Havel)


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And why I am still awake?

In memory of Robert Creeley, who died yesterday morning at the age of 78...


From Words:

( The Answer )

( The Eye )

( The World )