Category Archives: love poems to the world

A couple of days ago, Donald Hall was named poet laureate of this great (if sometimes misguided) nation. A better choice could hardly be imagined: Hall has the deep literary roots and the skills to impress the academics (see his delightful "Mr. Eliot," about meeting, yes, T.S. Eliot)…but also the common touch, the ability toContinue reading “We Interrupt This Blog for Donald Hall”

“Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains." Walden, "Where I Lived, and What I Lived For," by Henry Thoreau

Well, the town is still in shock, stunned by the dynamic debut of three new superheroines. Even this Sunday morning, these three are on our minds, since we saw them at the Theatre 150 show in Ojai known as Saving the World: One Story at a Time. It’s a full night of original short plays,Continue reading “Sunday Morning on the Planet”

Faithful readers know that in recent months yours truly has been troubled by a frustration with the modern nature of time itself. That’s putting it pretentiously, but sometimes one has to reach above the routine to express the sense of a change, and for the moment, it’s the best I can do. But you mightContinue reading “Struggling Through a Bog”

On a walk the other night I was listening through my futuristic little Shuffle iPod to John Lennon being interviewed by Jann Wenner back in l972, and couldn’t help but be struck by Lennon’s eagerness to see the future. I can’t remember exactly how he put it, but his faith was absolute, unbending, full. HowContinue reading “The Clock of the Long Now”

The Buddhists speak of an UnenlightenedFace    the face of one who has not yet found the light    as I walk I turn myface toward the sun    I feel its warmth but the light has not yet entered meperhaps the light must come from what was written    what was told by thosewhoContinue reading “The Unenlightened Face”