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"poetry lights up life from time to time like snow, falling, and you have achieved a great deal already if you have kept eyes to see it...

"It seems to me that when you write a short story, you have to cut off both the beginning and the end. We writers do most of our lying...

R.I.P. Cy Twombly [Image taken from here ]

Reading Marcia Angell's piece in the latest NYRB on the treatment of mental illness (an interesting read btw), I found myself wondering...

All winter the snow made the roads impassable I wrote page after page thinking of you. Now the water flows free down the mountain And I must...

You say you don't understand Why I listen to the mountains. If I could find a true stranger I could explain myself. - Hu Ming-Xiang

I sit in the yard and watch My cat chasing butterflies. I admire his technique. I hope they get away. - Hu Ming-Xiang

No more shall I be tempted By the welcoming road. He who has no door Cannot leave it open. - Hu Ming-Xiang

Brief as a storm is the friendship of strangers Just two days since we first met Yet the sound of laughter flooding my house Makes me forget...

privacy of self- righteousness the need to be/long these are the songs you were born to battle lines drawn in the powdered cocaine white as ...

Having touched the great river with my fingertips I am ready to offer my hands to the rain The wind blows from the North tonight And the for...