One could say that artists are people who think naturally in highly patterned ways. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
holding a tiny dixie cup in my hand makes me feel like a giant human being that can crush things Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
And this gray spirit yearning in desireTo follow knowledge like a sinking star,Beyond the utmost bound of human thought. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
I searched for my own heartand long after I had lost my wayin the days trailing past with their foliagein the aloof sky blue with distanceI thought I'd find my heartwhere I'd kept your eyes two brown butterfliesand I saw the swallows swoopand shadows starlings Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage...In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art--Not in lone splendour hung aloft the nightAnd watching, with eternal lids apart,Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The poets are supposed to liberate the words – not chain them in phrases. Who told the poets they were supposed to think? Poets are meant to sing and to make words sing. Writers don't own their words. Since when do words belong to anybody? 'Your very own words,' indeed! And who are you? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
that your power of commandwith simple language wasone of the magnificent things ofour century.(from the poem: result) Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
And wonder, dread and warhave lingered in that landwhere loss and love in turnhave held the upper hand. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
But for us the road unfurls itself, we don't stop walking, we know there is far to go. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>