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Monday, January 31, 2022

How much (Wei)

How much can hurt the heart
in one life's span

Wang Wei, from "Lamenting white hairs"

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Attention

Attention is the best investment.

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Sunday, January 30, 2022

Almost all the evil (Montgomery)

Almost all the evil in the world has its origin in the fact that some one is afraid of something.

L. M. Montgomery

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Hope & regret

Hope is the seed of regret,
and regret, the fruit of hope.

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Saturday, January 29, 2022

Advice

My advice to you is to eschew the taking of advice.

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New poems

+15

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Friday, January 28, 2022

Hungry (Roethke)

I am a poet:  I am always hungry.

Theodore Roethke, On Poetry and Craft

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To find out

To find out who you are,
observe what you do.

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Thursday, January 27, 2022

On wealth (Fink & Cranor)

Wealth is either a blight upon the soul or a balm.

Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor, The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home

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Feel it blow

We are the candle;
the world is the wind.

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Wednesday, January 26, 2022

Precious

What you throw away may
become more precious than what you keep.

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Tuesday, January 25, 2022

Preference

To prefer is human.

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Monday, January 24, 2022

On poetry

Poetry is whatever anyone says poetry is,
and whatever anyone says poetry isn't.

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Friday, January 21, 2022

Confirmation bias

Confirmation bias is the secular Satan,
tempting the naive to error.

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Thursday, January 20, 2022

Data

Data without context isn't data.

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Tuesday, January 18, 2022

Cause for concern

A cause for concern is not a cause for concern
until it triggers action.

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New poems

+15

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Monday, January 17, 2022

Progress (Franklin)

The rapid Progress true Science now makes, occasions my Regretting sometimes that I was born so soon.  It is impossible to imagine the Height to which may be carried in a 1000 Years the Power of Man over Matter.  We may perhaps learn to deprive large Masses of their Gravity & give them absolute Levity, for the sake of easy Transport.  Agriculture may diminish its Labour & double its Produce.  All Diseases may by sure means be prevented or cured, not excepting even that of Old Age, and our Lives lengthened at pleasure even beyond the antediluvian Standard.  O that moral Science were in as fair a Way of Improvement, that Men would cease to be Wolves to one another, and that human Beings would at length learn what they now improperly call Humanity.—

Benjamin Franklin

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Useful

The temple may be prettier,
but the outhouse is more useful.

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Saturday, January 15, 2022

Pedestal

Never raise people so high that you can't see what they're doing.

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Friday, January 14, 2022

On money

Money is success for stupid people.

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Wednesday, January 12, 2022

Walking backwards

So long as you believe when you should think,
you are walking backwards.

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Tuesday, January 11, 2022

Thoughts

Are thoughts the key to understanding reality,
or complex ciphers that obscure it?

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New poems

+15

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Monday, January 10, 2022

Is there ever?

Is there ever a reason
to relinquish reason?

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Sunday, January 09, 2022

On the self

The self is a tyrant toward the selves that comprise the self.

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Friday, January 07, 2022

Warning

The ludicrous is a warning
unheeded by the rash.

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Thursday, January 06, 2022

We are

We are that which chases
that which rises and falls.

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Tuesday, January 04, 2022

To question

To interrogate the world is to question oneself.

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New poems

+15

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Monday, January 03, 2022

Self

Self is a filter of other.

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Sunday, January 02, 2022

On poetry

Poetry is the breath in speech,
or the speech in breath.

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Saturday, January 01, 2022

Quick 2021 Summation

Books Read:  34
Poems Written:  359

Getting sick and ending up in the ICU toward the beginning of the year seemed to really throw me out of my routines and left a negative impact on the year's numbers, especially reading, which had the lowest annual total since 2002. My plan of focusing on bigger books in 2021 didn't survive past January. For the first time since I started submitting poetry seriously, I didn't submit a single poem all year, though I did publish a book in May.

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