I spent a while on Saturday carefully traversing through the landscape of what had been the digital equivalent of dusty, weather stained photographs. Most were from what I consider now to be years that were both supremely underappreciated and indubitably formative. Both of those realities impress upon me how where I was, where I’ve traveled, [...]
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Dusty papyrus and
Ancient hieroglyphics
Kept in three chambers
Of the heart
A pilgrimage
To pyramids
And catacombs
The night embalmed
Dark corners and
Crowded bazaars
Music and dance
An urn full
Primeval symbols
And spirits
And fragrance
To preserve.
Between the shadow and the soul
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Nothing better on a rainy cold night than a bit of Pablo Neruda - Sonnet XVII.