Wind blows from the south and the north, the fall flower stands still. Semi trucks over saw dust up broken fire escapes, black cats behind the city. The power lines are always forgotten. Windmill hammered down and put together, when up they spin, when up they look like robots. Bright lights pass down the road behind you, the… Continue reading Indian Summer in Michigan
The Escaped Gorilla, by David Wagoner
Re-posted from the Writers Almanac. A source everybody should listen to and read again on a regular basis. This poem is simply beautiful The Escaped Gorilla by, David Wagoner When he walked out in the park that early evening just before closing time, he didn't take the nearest blonde in one arm and climb a… Continue reading The Escaped Gorilla, by David Wagoner
Say it again.
Everything has been done before, and many times this is a very true statement. Even so, this should never stop you from creating your art with your words, because you're part of a history of writers and beings and cultures. The world hasn't been jotted down with your eyes yet. What is now happening can be found in… Continue reading Say it again.
Jack Kerouac,The Last Hotel and October in the Railroad Earth
PDF File of full text of October in the Railroad Earth after Videos. KerouacRailroadEarth
North
Wasting time. He has wasted days and minutes and inhaled his memories, and for some reason he could taste sound, and each thought tasted as if they were humming the symphonic notes that sung out for more, more, more; an orchestration that has been growing in its elaboration with the passing of his entire life. The fall once… Continue reading North
Adventures In American Writing 