Glory be to God for dappled things

For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim

30 November
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by John Berryman

Feel for your bad fall how could I fail,
poor Paul, who had it so good.
I can offer you only: this world like a knife.
Yet you'll get to know your mother
and humourless as you do look you will laugh
and all the others
will not be fierce to you, and loverhood
will swing your soul like a broken bell
deep in a forsaken wood, poor Paul,
whose wild bad father loves you well.

"To all who live through the unlivable. To the Life no poison can kill." --- Michael Eigen

"Have you reckoned a thousand acres much? Have you reckoned the earth much?
Have you practiced so long to learn to read?
Have you felt so proud to get at the meaning of poems?"

Walt Whitman

"Capacities clamor to be used, and cease their clamor only when they are well used... Not only is it fun to use our capacities, but it is necessary for growth. The unused skill or capacity or organ can become a disease center or else atrophy or disappear, thus diminishing the person." —Abraham Maslow, Toward a Psychology of Being

"Take me back down where cool water flow / Let me remember the things I love." --- CCR

"Education is not the filling of a vessel but the kindling of a flame." --- Socrates