Another hour it would come streaming through the Golden Gate to shroud the romantic city in white, and a young man would hold his girl by the hand and climb slowly up a long white sidewalk with a bott...
After all this kind of fanfare, and even more, I came to a point where I needed solitude and to just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the...
Don't use the phone. People are never ready to answer it. Use poetry.
„You know women, confided the fruitseller, „they love little cats... they always love the helpless things. But when it comes to men, you know, they'll want them cruel.The youth stranger smiled thinly....
And the stars were icicles of mockery
With frantic Dean I was rushing through the world without a chance to see it.
Why did God make all this all so decayable and dieable and harmable and wants to make me realize and scream?
Whatever anyone does,/ anyone says, in the/ past, now, everything, let/ it bounce off the rock/ of yr gladness (yr mirror)
What is a rainbow, Lord?A hoop for the lowly.
We are nothing.- Tomorrow we may be die.We are nothing.- You and me.
This is a thing which astonishes me no end, but affects you not.
Thinking of the stars night after night I begin to realize 'The stars are words' and all the innumerable worlds in the Milky Way are words, and so is this world too. And I realize that no matter where...
The inside of the cabin with the fire finally going is still the dear lovable abode now as sharp in my mind as I look at it as an unusually well focused snapshot---The sprig of ferns still stands in a...
The cause of the world's woe is birth, the cure of the world's woe is a bent stick.
Powerful winds that crack the boughs of November! - and the bright calm sun, untouched by the furies of the earth, abandoning the earth to darkness, and wild forlornness, and night, as men shiver in t...
Nothing ever happened - Not even this
It was all completely serious, all completely hallucinated, all completely happy.
I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim...
I'll write long sad tales about people in the legend of my life - This part is my part of the movie, let's hear yours.
I wanta swim in rivers and drink goatmilk and talk with priests and just read Chinese books and amble around the valleys talking to farmers and their children.