Wednesday Witty-schism: 8/6/14, (better late than never…)

(my mind's continuing verbal wars with itself)




"The number one thing that you, as a poet, should never do...


....is tell other poets what they should never do."

Batchelor on Beasts

More recent reading.

Susan’s behomoth brought this to mind….

 

“This leaking frame is an inescapable reminder of the fragility and impersonality of our condition:  its decay, smells, aches, seizures, and breakdowns a cruel mockery of the self-contained personality we struggle to preserve.

“‘If, possessed of such a body,’ said Buddha, ‘one thinks highly of oneself and despises others—that is due to nothing other than a lack of insight.  This carnal organism, born from a mother’s womb and destined to end as dust, is the great equalizer of beings.”

“That sense of being a cut above the rest is but a shimmering flicker on the surface of the sublime animal that we are.”

—–from ‘Living with the Devil’