Human beings will be happier - not when they cure cancer or get to Mars or eliminate racial prejudice or flush Lake Erie but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again. That's my utopia.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Artichokes and Avocados
Artichokes and avocados Recalled from childhood, tasted anew Prickly spines, textured rinds Not salty, not bitter; nor sour, nor sweet Complex taste, rewarding beneath
Culture and context I lived it before; I study it now Painful lessons, endless confessions Not false, not true; nor wrong, nor right Symbols fascinate, cascading inside
Emotions and expressions While feeling one, I say another Gloves of cotton, mask not forgotten Not fancy, not plain; nor loose, nor tight Honesty valued, clarity receding