I took a bit of time for myself this morning. I went to Le Pain Quotidien and read the most recent New Yorker with two excellent articles. One was a medical article about Superbugs--anti-biotic resistant bacteria--and the second was a piece on Frederic Bourdin, who is famous for impersonating (quite successfully) adolescents all over Europe ( Read more... )

This kind of expresses and explains my view on things--how I loath parties, love to be at home alone, etc ( Read more... )

It is one of those poems, like Mark Strand's "Lines for Winter," that truly calms me. Calms my bones and heart in a way I can't particularly describe in any great clarity. There are another few great Mary Oliver poems that do the same. I should find them ( Read more... )

nobody but you ( Read more... )

Cold Poem ( Read more... )

And an apology: I'm sorry I haven't written a thing in weeks, and nothing important in many months. I'm not sure why, but I'll figure it out soon enough. Until then, Jane Kenyon will elaborate on why writing is taxing ( Read more... )

"After All" by Dar Williams ( Read more... )

I felt like exploring my Feminism today (which, in case it's unclear, is "the radical notion that women are people ( Read more... )

"The Field Beyond"

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in the grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase `each other'
doesn't make any sense.

Jallaludin Rumi

The Peace of Wild Things ( Read more... )