Islands in the mist

 

Birth and death of an aurora borealis

 

The gloaming

 

The street lamps downtown
drowning the gloaming
hardly fend the night off
come sudden lightfall
and the rise of auroras

 

An old kind of blue

 

something in the wind

 
something grows
on the gale-made dune
sand-covered crows
watch the esplanade
stale rampart against
the rampaging seas
and that force that plows

something flows
borne by the howling
that constantly oppose
and hollow out the guts
courage storm-tossed like
food for careening gulls
with deadened squawks

something froze
in the mammoth clouds
casting immense shadows
and dull implacable fury
bent on stopping the day
by toppling down
all the clock towers

something glows
in this willed squall
diablerie like claws
human in other climes
now monstrous, blind
hostile beyond nature
frivolous beyond rage

 

Morally unethical

 

"In its original literal sense, "moral relativism" is simply moral complexity. That is, anyone who agrees that stealing a loaf of bread to feed one's children is not the moral equivalent of, say, shoplifting a dress for the fun of it, is a relativist of sorts. But in recent years, conservatives bent on reinstating an essentially religious vocabulary of absolute good and evil as the only legitimate framework for discussing social values have redefined "relative" as "arbitrary"."

Ellen Jane Willis, writer (1941-2006)


Very interesting read (source)

 

I dreamt last night

I dreamt last night

it might not sound much

but it’s been months

months without sleep

months without dreams

cultivating seeds of chaos

planting them in the heart

here and there, now and again

harvesting rage and insatiety

drilling the void

digging the scars

with whitened knuckles

gripping a bloodied hook

food and love-starved

when half-mad and cornered

came the realisation

that, faced with shadows

the soul was trapped

the body yielded

getting sustenance

finally, from within

first a speck of light

dancing like a floater

then summerlike sunrays

and all of a sudden

brighter than a quasar

warm, delicate, vibrant

and all I could do

after that dream

was to gowpen its light

take it to my heart

until it fused with it

so now I can

welcome the night

Lights and shadows

"I don't believe in playing down to children, either in life or in motion pictures. I didn't treat my own youngsters like fragile flowers, and I think no parent should. Children are people, and they should have to reach to learn about things, to understand things, just as adults have to reach if they want to grow in mental stature. Life is composed of lights and shadows, and we would be untruthful, insincere, and saccharine if we tried to pretend there were no shadows. Most things are good, and they are the strongest things; but there are evil things too, and you are not doing a child a favor by trying to shield him from reality."

in the essay "Deeds Rather Than Words" (1963), by Walt Disney, entrepreneur and animator (1901-1966)

The hunger, the hunger

 

The truth I found perhaps

wasn’t as beautiful and fulfilling

but the hunger for it was

 

From the Pierian spring

 
"A polymath is someone who is interested in everything, and nothing else."

Susan Sontag, writer, critic, polymath (1933-2004)