My Small Boat

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.

Before the time of Shakespeare men had grown used to the Ptolemaic astronomy, and since the time of Shakespeare men have grown used to the Copernican astronomy. But poets have never grown used to the stars; and it is their business to prevent anybody else ever growing used to them. And any man who reads [...]

Two Cures for Love
1) Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.
2) The easy way: get to know him better.

Without end
The wild flowers will have given
At least their due
Do not tremble
You continue

Restlessness and discontent are the first necessities of progress.

commissioned by O2 as a romantic txt poem.
Blank spaces count as characters. It’s true.
I wasn’t sure. And then I thought of you.