
Do you see dead flies or dew drops?
Is it about death or life?
Is it ugly or beautiful?
Is it about you?
Do you see dead flies or dew drops?
Is it about death or life?
Is it ugly or beautiful?
Is it about you?
(part of the image is from the installation by Ian Hamilton Finlay at the Tate Britain)
It is true that the best things in life are free… However, to enjoy them you need a lot of expensive things: food, shelter, medical care and a half-decent government to ensure that they are not stolen.
Song of Innocence
The orange light
of the setting sun:
it tells everyone
that the day is done.
It’s time to unwind,
set the day apart,
to empty your mind
and to fill your heart.
Song of Experience
The bloody light
of the setting sun,
it tells the night
that the day is done.
There is no suspense
for the die is cast,
you can drop pretence
and relax at last.
Congenital stupidity is nothing to be ashamed of, it is not a character flaw, it is a part of the characteristics one is dealt in life, like one’s race and sex and hair colour. On the other hand, wilful stupidity – the conscious refusal to think, to consider alternative ideas, to imagine the lives of others who are different from oneself – is a crime against humanity.
Today the rain is blue,
it smells of dying leaves,
it splashes in itself,
it plops in drops and drips;
today the rain is soft;
today the rain is warm;
the music of the rain
gives thought staccato form;
it washes off the dust,
it makes the pavement shine;
the street is flowing past;
the song of rain is mine!