Friday, April 14, 2006

Easter

"I am the spring, the holy ground,
the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
dying and drying as I rise tonight." -- Patti Smith, "Easter"

Whatever Spring welcoming holiday you may be celebrating this weekend, I hope it's joyful and relaxing.

I have replaced the link to Cool Hand Bak (which has not been updated since the end of January) with a new discovery. Drop by I Am Fuel, You Are Friends, and say hi to Heather. While you're there, be sure to locate her Jeff Buckley tribute.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Voice of Reason?

"We may insist as much as we like that the human intellect is weak in comparison with human instincts, and be right in doing so. But nevertheless there is something peculiar about this weakness. The voice of the intellect is a soft one, but it does not rest until it has gained a hearing. Ultimately, after endlessly repeated rebuffs, it succeeds. This is one of the few points in which one may be optimistic about the future of mankind."
-- Sigmund Freud

I have been reading an excellent book, Humanity, A Moral History of the Twentieth Century, by Jonathan Glover, in which I found the above quotation. One hopes Freud was correct in this time when we are nearly deafened by the voices of unreason, intolerance, superstition, and religious fundamentalism of every description coming from all sides.

More poetry soon.