I think this bloke is from northern England so no doubt sheep are everywhere he looks, but his name is Wooley for pete’s sake! Sheep! Everywhere! (He probably sees a lot of these stone walls, in the Dales too.) and … Continue reading →
A man’s duty is to find out where the truth is, or if he cannot, at least to take the best possible human doctrine and the hardest to disprove, and to ride on this like a raft over the waters … Continue reading →
I did this and a couple other things purposely towards having them for postcard fronts. I’m doing World Peace Poetry Postcards and combining it with National Haiku Month and, for lack of a better title, “People, are you crazy??? Do … Continue reading →
Wednesday I went to see Paterson at the Spectrum and I’ve been thinking about it ever since. I was one of about six or seven people, almost all women, in the small theater and it was blessedly silent once the … Continue reading →
A great nation should make great poetry. Like so many artists and musicians and writers and poets before him—and so many that came after him—Robert Frost wasn’t afraid to say his piece or speak truth to power. He wasn’t afraid … Continue reading →
Often the difference between a successful man and a failure is not one’s better abilities or ideas, but the courage that one has to bet on his ideas, to take a calculated risk–and to act.
