victory – freedom

an unthinkable victory within my reach.

a true victory – freedom in every sense of the word.

wild boar jumping through the woods

for you brother J. W. for you J. and W.

the sky is here compact like a metal pig-house

under which we grunt for precision,

but you, my friend, are free.

and don’t worry about time – time is the only thing we have;

stop finding it, just write, love and, yes,

make something beautiful

like the sound of this wild boar

caught jumping through the woods. 

what are we but a bag of bones and love?

some of the most beautiful things wouldn't exist without suffering.

this is the proper mystery of the world.

Romanian village in winter

pre-innocence

before we know it, here we are.

and then allow enough prodigality,

incessant solitude through which we

know to arrest the vitality of sorrow.

I am sorry, I did not know that a sun could slide to kill

right down my side of virtual frenzy.

I thought I was standing of flesh and good were the legs

to receive the attention of other legs

and up we were finding each other’s ending.

I was wrong.

I have succeeded (not to succeed?)

Ecclesiastes 1:2

emptiness (Ecclesiastes 1.2a)

falsity (Ecclesiastes 1.2b)

vainglory (Ecclesiastes 1.2c)

impossible temptation

Ecclesiastes 1:8c

Ecclesiastes 1:8b

theological disputes

psalm 150:1-2

Psalm 1:1a

Christ

holy ground

light night

music will teach us to fly

this modern love

sudden morning in harbour

L. S. Lowry and the tree by the lake