Boston

The Big Picture (2017, August 19). Scenes from the Boston ‘Free Speech’ rally and counter protest. The Boston Globe. Retrieved from http://www.bostonglobe.com/

Paavo Haavikko (1931 – 2008)

The trees are, the nights grow longer bit by bit, so slowly nobody notices. Nor can the darkness still the whispering in the trees. Still, it is as sad as a child to whom one speaks soothingly, from whom one is keeping something, but who already knows. – translated by Doug Robinson “…It is hard…

Ana Maria Martínez Sagi (1907 – 2000)

Noche De insomnio negro.   En una pendiente de cardos Yo retrocedo. En cada pliegue blando Recóndito de la cama: Una espina de miel Un cuchillo de fuego.   Incubado A mi cuerpo Tentáculo feroz Y agresivo: el deseo.   Gritos de los caballos salvajes derribar Paredes de silencio. Asfixiantemente me absorbe, La boca que…

Gabriel Ferrater: Catalan poet, 1922-1972

Cambra de la tardor La persiana, no del tot tancada, com un esglai que es reté de caure a terra, no ens separa de l’aire. Mira, s’obren trenta-set horitzons rectes i prims, però el cor els oblida. Sense enyor se’ns va morint la llum, que era color de mel, i ara és color d’olor de…

Richard Kell (1926 – ?)

Pigeons They paddle with staccato feet In powder-pools of sunlight, Small blue busybodies Strutting like fat gentlemen With hands clasped Under their swallowtail coats; And, as they stump about, Their heads like tiny hammers Tap at imaginary nails In non-existent walls. Elusive ghosts of sunshine Slither down the green gloss Of their necks in an…

Hope Now and Then…

“Hope” is the thing with feathers – (314) By Emily Dickinson “Hope” is the thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all – And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm…

Another school year begins

I never imagined myself back in an Elementary (Primary) classroom, but life has a funny way of taking us to places we least expect. An invitation to teach using only the Socratic method and model respect for individual rights seemed like a Utopic vision from my own childhood. My interest piqued, I followed what I hoped…

Miracles

MIRACLES Why, who makes much of a miracle? As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water, Or stand under trees…

Predictions 1996

The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark “I have a foreboding of an America in my children’s or grandchildren’s time — when the United States is a service and information economy; when nearly all the manufacturing industries have slipped away to other countries; when awesome technological powers are in the hands of…

Beyond good and evil

“One must shed the bad taste of wanting to agree with many. “Good” is no longer good when one’s neighbor mouths it. And how should there be a “common good”! The term contradicts itself: whatever can be common always has little value. In the end, it must be as it is and always has been:…

Khalil Gibran (1883 – 1931)

War One night a feast was held in the palace, and there came a man and prostrated himself before the prince, and all the feasters looked upon him; and they saw that one of his eyes was out and that the empty socket bled.  And the prince inquired of him, “What has befallen you?”  And…