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“How little survives us but words”
Describing his inspirations as a writer, Mr. Plumly told a University of Maryland student journalist in 2009:
“You get a line, you get an image. There is a memory that won’t leave you alone. And then you go after those things. If that’s inspiration, then okay.”
Stanley Plumly, 1940-2019, poet
“Magic comes through you – you don’t own it”
Robby Krieger, guitarist, songwriter: Light My Fire (The Doors)
“A fascist is one whose lust for money or power is combined with such an intensity of intolerance toward those of other races, parties, classes, religions, cultures, regions or nations as to make him ruthless in his use of deceit or violence to attain his ends.”
Come and enjoy this post!
Luck affects everything.
Let your hook be always cast.
In the stream where you least expect it,
there will be a fish.
~ Ovid ~
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wind from the mountains ~ carries home sleeping waters ~ to the break of day —© Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
“Sometimes I wonder if this well
in my heart will ever run dry.
I’ve carried so much for so long.”
Sometimes I wonder if this well in my heart will ever run dry. I’ve carried so much for what feels like forever. Would I become someone else entirely, if that well ran dry? Maybe I wouldn’t recognize the person I was. Would that really be such a bad thing?
Here’s the thing. We are the sum of everything. From conception to birth to growing up and learning just how difficult life can be. We are a collection. A summary. A life. And no matter what has happened, we bear our scars and shed our tears for as long as we must. And if that means until death, then that is just part of who we are. There are certain things in my life I couldn’t bear to let go. So…
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The Reluctant Poet 