Poetry is lifting the heavy rocks.
The rocks in the boundary between the sensed world that we agree upon,
And that ineffable world at the edges of our own consciousness. Continue reading Doing Poetry: A Poem
Poetry is lifting the heavy rocks.
The rocks in the boundary between the sensed world that we agree upon,
And that ineffable world at the edges of our own consciousness. Continue reading Doing Poetry: A Poem
We believe that a movement’s afoot and we resonate with these statements that seem to emanate from the movement’s ideals:
“I am on the track of a more essential thing: the compassionate uses of a mortal mind and body.”
–Czeslaw Milosz tr. by Catherine Madsen
“A man who has once perceived, however temporarily and however briefly, what makes greatness of soul, can no longer be happy if he allows himself to be petty, self-seeking, troubled by trivial misfortunes, dreading what fate may have in store for him.
The man capable of greatness of soul will open wide the windows of his mind, letting the winds blow freely upon it from every portion of the universe. He will see himself and life and the world as truly as our human limitations will permit; realizing the brevity and minuteness of human life, he will realize also that in individual minds is concentrated whatever of value the known universe contains.
And he will see that the man whose mind mirrors the world becomes in a sense as great as the world. In emancipation from the fears that beset the slave of circumstance he will experience a profound joy, and through all the vicissitudes of his outward life he will remain in the depths of his being a happy man.”
–Bertrand Russell, The Conquest of Happiness, 1930 p.227
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