Archive for the ‘Words’ Category

TP Bushings_ Antoine Repessé

We laud chefs,

yet food passes away.

Words, however, if we have an active brain,

remain, develop, flower.


(To be continued…)








Red, Glass Shattered, Broken

The inevitability of attempted witty comments

about inevitable events

makes me want to cry.


(To be continued…)








Lake Baikal, Starry Night Sky

Words fail me.

Or do I fail words?

I want to communicate my love and pain.

I want to reach out, express feeling and compassion.

But nothing seems quite right,


only silence gets close,

to meaningful words.


(To be continued…)








Wm covers ears, abuse (, opensource)

People are idiotic

and yet we listen to their words,

allowing hurt to linger in our minds,

hate to penetrate our souls.


(To be continued…)








Mormon Tabernacle Choir 2

Like a church choir singing…

How many of us *truly* believe the words we say?









I walk in and around the bookstore…

So many books.

So many beautiful, banal, informative, weird and wonderful ideas committed to print.

But there’s a certain decadence in the printed form, unnecessary bulk, ostentatiousness, eye-catching covers, books full of pages but no real substance.

Decadence too in the exclusion of others (people, places, ideas, possibilities) …

Who decides?

Who decides what is “right”,

what is fit for publication?

Who’s ideas survive?

Who’s ideas die?

So many books,

shelves and minds overloaded.

So many books,

and yet so many are missing.