Friday, November 30, 2018

unimanticorn


    "TO THE RAIN

Mother rain, manifold, measureless,
falling on fallowq, on field and forest,
on house-roof, low hovel, high tower,
downwelling waters all-washing, wider
than cities, softer than sisterhood, vaster
than countrysides, calming, recalling:
return to us, teaching our troubled
souls in your ceaseless descent
to fall, to be fellow, to feel the root,
to sink in, to heal, to sweeten the sea."

--Ursula Le Guin, So Far So Good (2018)

Monday, November 5, 2018

the holy word for morning


(via)

Rene Girard thread.

trickle in the night
cause a wreck & not stop
things words can't save

watch the dollar disappear