Listen to be heard
a bloom and a frost where we came to do no more and no less than find beauty
Commencement Exercising
I will not begin this address with usual faux pas: the overly humble introductions, the obligatory thanks and acknowledgements, the witty remarks about the length of the ceremony thus-far. I won’t bypass them out of some sort of cynical morals; I’m bypassing them because there is something much more urgent to discuss.
The Garlic Debates
(Six months after the fact, I’m able to cash in my two cents on the controversial Nobel Prize winning author. Having read no more than one novel, I’ll make sure to keep my purse-strings tight)
Upon Finishing The Garlic Ballads by Mo Yan:
“A literary influence is never just a literary influence. It’s also an influence in the way you see everything.”
“You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep Spring from coming.” —Pablo Neruda
Art Credit Tamsin Swait
“In short, let it be what you will, but let it be simple and unified”
Greying Wisteria
Giants are these Powerlines
Entrenched along the Riverwalk.
Staggered and strong they come
Bearing tethers in their arms.
Over the sounds of Horns
The river green and Warm
All our books filled
With the medals of our Wars
And we souls ragtag,
And wandering
No more brothers,
No charms.
