100 Day Project – Days 55 and 56
DAY 55 (July 4th, 2017) From Macbeth Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And...
DAY 55 (July 4th, 2017) From Macbeth Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And...
DAY 53 (July 2nd, 2017) Fog The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. My Commentary Each ...
DAY 51 (June 30th, 2017) Spring To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the redness Of little leaves ...
DAY 49 (June 28th, 2017) From the Book of Hours No one lives his life. Disguised since childhood, haphazardly assembled from voices and fears and little pleasur...
DAY 47 (June 26th, 2017) The divine will The divine will is a deep abyss of which the present moment is the entrance. If you plunge into this abyss you will fin...
DAY 45 (June 24th, 2017) The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked ...
DAY 43 (June 22nd, 2017) Root Cellar Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch, Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark, Shoots dangle...
DAY 41 (June 20th, 2017) From the Book of Hours We must not portray you in king’s robes, you drifting mist that brought forth the morning. Once again from...
DAY 39 (June 18th, 2017) Days Daughters of Time, the hypocritic Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring di...
DAY 37 (June 16th, 2017) In the Desert In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of i...