Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Monday, March 09, 2009
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
over and over announcing your place in the family of things.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Friday, February 06, 2009
I am a huge fan of the Saw Lady, as well as many other buskers in the NYC subway system and everywhere. These are some of the most fascinating people on the planet, and the Saw Lady (who plays the musical saw brilliantly) has an incredible blog about them here, where you can also hear her play.
I had cause to be on the NYC subway a lot in January and many times had my soul regenerated by these lone subterranean musicians. I aspire to their greatness.