Hearing a crow with no mouthCry in the deepDarkness of the night,I feel a longing forMy father before he was born. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I give you the end of a golden string,Only wind it into a ball,It will lead you in at Heaven's gateBuilt in Jerusalem's wall. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it. A poet utterly clear is a trifle glaring. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
And I think that it is certainly possible that the objective universe can be affected by the poet. I mean, you recall Orpheus made the trees and the stones dance and so forth, and this is something which is in almost all primitive cultures. I think it has some definite basis to it. I'm not sure what. It's like telekinesis, which I know very well on a pinball machine is perfectly possible. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
... You can't be with God and be neutral. / True contemplation is resistance. And poetry, / gazing at clouds is resistance I found out in jail. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
L'artGreen arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
noone knows and noone seeswe lovers doing what we pleasebut people stop and point at theseten milk bottles a-turning into cheese Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
She reads his poems gratefully in her small Mississippi town. It's an undramatic life, yet these past months she seems to have found the intensity he yearns for, This also sounds like bragging, though she doesn't mean it to. If she could, she'd let him bear her secret. She'd let all great men bear it, for s few hours. Then, when she too it back, they'd remember how it feels to be inhabited. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>