The poem ‘Moses’ was in large part inspired by this particular scene of a graphic swine slaughter from the 1993 documentary “My Brother’s Keeper,” which coincided with a incident that happened to someone close to me.
Remember that battered piano room at the Student Union at ASU. The notes always a welcome lesson to the tune of the day. The moments seemed to linger like in no other place, in a darkened comfort from the desert sun they hung – musky in the air. Full and soft.
A tale of intrepid beginnings, a nap and a flowery bloom of sorts. A story that left little Pete a changed snoozer and plenty awake for the flight of fancy soon to come.
One day, not so long ago but in a place, well not really a place (as our friends here were in transit – that means going from one place to another…
The Poetry of Theft
“The most sublime is the moment of death.”
가장 숭고한 순간은 죽음
Run to find some part of yourself yet undiscovered.
Entering a state of play
What shall we do today?
Join in some imaginative roughhousing,
a flirtation of fancy,
maybe a game… come out and play!
There is no pleasure
in having nothing to do;
the fun is in having lots to do
and not doing it.
– Mary Wilson Little