Sunday, March 31, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
"You lift us,
Lord, for what?"
*
"The business
of poetry
is wisdom,
not wealth.
Let go
the obsession
with money
and fame."
*
"Perhaps
that is
not the
word, yet
there is
not a
better
one."
Saturday, March 30, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
"I am
moving
fast, yet
I don't
mean to
hurry."
*
"These
words,
the least
of the day
or
the most."
*
"If we would
pray, let us
pray to rock
and trees and
air and the sun
which warms us."
Friday, March 29, 2013
FYI, People
Though the internet may
lead you to think otherwise,
Tom Montag has never
lived in Brandon, Wisconsin.
He moved to Fairwater
in 1976 and he lives there
still. I hope this doesn't
confuse The Data Gatherers....
Thursday, March 28, 2013
Wednesday, March 27, 2013
LINES FOR MARCH 27
Almost
spring.
The long
light
of
afternoon.
Last year's
stubble
in the fields.
Hawk
is waiting
for the mouse.
The wind
waits
for dark.
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Monday, March 25, 2013
LINES FOR MARCH 25
Morning
moon or
the broken
face of
a tree branch
in spring?
In this
light, it
could be
either
or both.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
"Poet?
What does
a poet
do? What
he must -
Quite
a lot of
nothing."
*
“Even in
the midst of
men,
I am
the lonely
one.”
*
“Better
to say it
roughly
and mean it
than to
scan without
passion.”
Saturday, March 23, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“If you must
count, count
in the ear,
not on your
fingers.”
*
“All the stars are
set in heaven
and for naught
do men make plans.
The grind stone grinds.
It grinds, and what
it grinds is us.”
*
“The plan has
not been grand -
sometimes we
dine divine;
sometimes we
eat each other.”
Friday, March 22, 2013
Thursday, March 21, 2013
Wednesday, March 20, 2013
LINES FOR MARCH 20
The loveliness
of snow
on the roof
of the orange
brick building
soaking in
the light.
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Monday, March 18, 2013
Sunday, March 17, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Nothing to say?
For God's sakes, say
it and be done.”
*
“That we are not
alone,
that there are others
wiser than we are,
we pray, O Lord.”
*
“Some days you slap yourself
silly, there's still nothing there.”
Saturday, March 16, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Yes – we
could
play all
sorts of
games or
we could
choose
to do
something
that means
something.”
*
“Any old word
will do,
if it's
the right one.”
*
“Poets
get paid
as if
working
at words
is not
work.”
Friday, March 15, 2013
Thursday, March 14, 2013
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Monday, March 11, 2013
Sunday, March 10, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“To look
is not
to see.”
*
“Eventually
we will have
said everything.
Then what?”
*
“Such poems,
you can't
look at
them straight,
only
out the
corner
of your
eye.”
Saturday, March 09, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“How to
say anything
without saying
too much?”
“Silly poet, you
bake your biscuits
before they rise.”
*
“So you think
I'm doing nothing
while I practice
at heaven's gate?”
*
“Grind me,
Lord,
like wheat.
Make me
your holy
bread.”
Friday, March 08, 2013
Thursday, March 07, 2013
Wednesday, March 06, 2013
LINES FOR MARCH 6
How
does it
come
to this?
Wind
and snow.
The window
rebuffing
morning
while I'm
here
to notice.
This
blessing.
This
solitude.
How
does it
come
to this?
Wind
and snow.
The window
rebuffing
morning
while I'm
here
to notice.
This
blessing.
This
solitude.
Tuesday, March 05, 2013
Monday, March 04, 2013
Sunday, March 03, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“A greater
patience,
the greater
poem.”
*
“Watchers
and seers,
the poets,
waiting.”
*
That which
we watch
watches us.”
Saturday, March 02, 2013
from
THE OLD POET SAYS
“Ah, the muse,
some days
nothing,
some days
you can't
shut her up.”
*
“It is not
that we speak,
it is
that we are
spoken to.”
*
"I try to
tell the truth
but sometimes
I don't know
what truth is."
Friday, March 01, 2013
