Poet Gene Berson touches on the river that flows within all of us.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
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Thich Nhat Hanh
SKINK
e.e. cummings
Albert Einstein
HAROLD NORSE
e e cummings
The 1931-1932 Diary of Anais Nin
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book(Lady Chatterley, for instance), or you take a trip, or you talk with Richard, and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom(when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this(or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death.”
The River
Let the chips fall...
GENE BERSON
"I don't know anything except what I am trying to do." Roethke
Private Bersone
MAX BAER 1933
BLUE FACE by Henry Miller
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