Month: August 2018

Up, Up and Away

It is balloon!
It is balloon!

“After us they’ll fly in hot air balloons, coat styles will change, perhaps they’ll discover a sixth sense and cultivate it, but life will remain the same, a hard life full of secrets, but happy. And a thousand years from now man will still be sighing, Oh! Life is so hard! and will still, like now, be afraid of death and not want to die.” Anton Chekhov

I am with the roots of flowers

Sunflower Field Columbia, P.A.
Sunflower Field Columbia, P.A.

“i am with the roots
of flowers
entwined, entombed
sending up my passionate blossoms
as a flight of rockets
and argument;
wine churls my throat,
above me
feet walk upon my brain, monkies fall from the sky
clutching photographs
of the planets,
but i seek only music
and the leisure
of my pain”

Charles Bukowski, The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems