Poetics of Structure (the foundation)

strength in connections

A SAILORS DELIGHT

TRAVEL

Loving you, flesh to flesh, I often thought

Of traveling penniless to some mud throne

Where a master might instruct me how to plot

My life away from pain. to love alone

In the bruiseless embrace of stone and lake.

Lost in the fields of your hair I was never lost

Enough to lose a way I had to take;

Breathless beside your body I could not exhaust

The will that forbid me contract, vow,

Or promise, and often while you slept

I looked in awe beyond your beauty.

Now

I know why many men have stopped and wept

Half-way between the loves they leave and seek,

And wonder if travel leads them anywhere---

Horizons keep the soft line of your cheek,

The windy sky's a locket of your hair.

---Leonard Cohen---

Sunday comes again...

cigarette break

"sometimes she didnt know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know."

-Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

For Eric Rohmer

One cannot collect all the beautiful shells on the beach.

One can only collect a few.

One moon shell is more impressive then three.

There is only one moon in the sky.

-Anne Morrow Lindbergh