Sunday, November 25, 2018
The Man Who Cried When He Thought About Things
like most of us,
didn’t think that much.
Not often amped, thus
seldom damp. So?
Too few words
about him? Yes
and no.
Labels: depth, instinct, lack of thought, personality, sensitive, sentimentality
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Water and Depth
His Friend, Ridge
-You know, Ridgey, my condo‘s on a river. Water, yes?
-I’m following.
-It’s pretty at sunset, and when the dolphins come, but I don’t go into it any further than that.
-So what?
-Thoreau makes me guilty with all the detail about Walden Pond.
-Hey! He’s a philosopher. Deeper and deeper into shit!–-what they do.
-I still don’t feel quite right...
-Look at me! Omar Khayyam says I was never deep in anything save wine? Well, I was never deep in anything, period!
-You exaggerate!
-Understate.
Labels: condo, depth, Omar Khayyam, Philosophy, Thoreau, Walden, water
