i wanted to stop this insanity and pushed and cajoled. myself, of course. no-one else is the maker, the doer, the procreator of this continuous dross. dross, people, is a mass of solid impurities that floats on molten metal. so this dross, it stuck to me in the form of wasting my time, treating it… Continue reading dross – a sonnet
Month: April 2010
let the wizard of oz help you!
i just finished reading norm amundson’s new book metaphor making. it is written to assist counsellors in making better use of metaphors and includes theoretical foundations and intervention exercises. the most interesting part (for me) were the forty metaphoric images that offer an in-depth practical and personal opportunity to experience working with metaphors. i’d like… Continue reading let the wizard of oz help you!
buddhist carnival – april 2010
it’s been two years now, i think, that i’ve been starting the buddhist carnival with a poem. this one i found when i was rooting around the buddhasphere in connection with the post on mice, death and neuroticism. when i first found the poem, i didn’t really want to post it. it starts like this… Continue reading buddhist carnival – april 2010
cobbling together a pink wednesday
“i gotta quickly cobble together a blog post,” i said to gary. “like a shoe?” he asked. “i thought it’s wordless wednesday,” said tova. “that’s why it says pink wednesday,” i replied. image by steven de polo
napowrimo, day 13: trying to write a poem
turquoise alabaster veins run through a bright forest of rocks somewhere in a corner of my imagination. the cat makes cracking noises as she eats her food, the daughter clicks and clickclickclicks the mouse, and somewhere over in a corner of my imagination there sits a little treasure that i want to catch. the phone… Continue reading napowrimo, day 13: trying to write a poem
you gotta go yourself
no-one talks like the old widow over at mcsweeney’s farm. no-one speaks about it like she, with her missing teeth and feathered hat; with long pauses between “cow” and “juniper”, and drags and drags of pipe; she’s got a way of looking at you just when you clean your teeth with your fingernail – the… Continue reading you gotta go yourself
godthink
god is not one, for someone with my buddhist and ecumenical leanings, was a bit of a provocative book title so i started reading it with some resistance. was this going to be some rabid right-wing pseudo intellectual trying to persuade me that all gods are bad except his? really, the title of the book… Continue reading godthink
of mice, death and neuroticism
what a nice surprise! two years ago i asked a question on louise m. brookes’ blog and today she replied. louise teaches bushcraft and wilderness survival, and blogs about building your own renewable energy systems, sustainable technology as well as personal development, fitness and health. she had said death makes all of our attempts at… Continue reading of mice, death and neuroticism
for all of us
for those who yell at the rain i have a bouquet of tulips for those who roar when it snows here are some fresh roasted almonds for you, when you point with your finger – chocolate, wine and sweet apples for you and your disdainful stare – sit down, i’ll massage your cold toes for… Continue reading for all of us
napowrimo: when the world changes
when you sit up and scream into the night and you’re not alone but who’s beside you keeps on sleeping when you pad out into the kitchen open the fridge and the white and the light stare at you like a morgue when you sit down with a glass of juice your hand around it… Continue reading napowrimo: when the world changes