Category Archives: poetry

2021 Graphic Journal #34: Sept 7- Sept 9

Posted on September 10, 2021 by randomyriad

September Blackberries

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More Ideas About Living as a Human Being in a Crowded Confusing World

Posted on August 21, 2021 by randomyriad

“Do not fight against pain; do not fight against irritation or jealousy. Embrace them with great tenderness, as though you were embracing a little baby. Your anger is yourself, and you should not be violent toward it. The same thing … Continue reading →

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As Summer Yet Calls Us All

Posted on August 10, 2021 by randomyriad

by Richard Wilbur from Beautiful Changes and Other Poems(1947)

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2021 Graphic Journal #26: July 28- July 30

Posted on July 31, 2021 by randomyriad

Infinite Motion Toward Zero

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, capturing light, change, Chaos and Order, Collage, delusions of progress, doodles, Drawing, Measuring Time and Space, mindworks, My Art, philosophy, poetry, the end is the beginning, Word play, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Richard Wilbur: Love Calls Us to the Things of This World

Posted on July 24, 2021 by randomyriad

Originally posted on Vox Populi:
The eyes open to a cry of pulleys, And spirited from sleep, the astounded soul Hangs for a moment bodiless and simple As false dawn. Outside the open window The morning air is all awash…

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