try to praise the mutilated world

(you must praise the mutilated world.)

“I think we should build nothing but shrines [at Ground Zero]. One of every kind of church. Spare no expense. I thought they should move Shea Stadium there. That’s another kind of shrine. No serious business at Ground Zero from now on. Just contemplation, prayer, reflection and baseball.” Dave Winer (via marco)
reblogged from marco




Theodore Roethke:

The Waking

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me, so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

villanelles seem like good poems for hot days.

[via skitch]




“Questions of agency, divine or otherwise, dog us these early-summer days, amid a pileup of ill tidings: an intractable war; hints, once again, of economic depression; the deep-sea oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico.”

Nick Paumgarten studies the passive/divine voice in the New Yorker (via Julia)

“questions of agency dog us these early-summer days.”