Saturday, June 23, 2007

nothing is more

All that is here is here now
a sound is a sound is a sound
bursting through my headwalls
into the ghosts I create and who
look like me. I wish to be now
a sound over the fields, once spoken
by you, on an absent-minded Tuesday

Thursday, June 21, 2007

bush turned buddhist

George W. Bush vetoed a measure on stem cell research. now, i do not wish to take any position in favour of or against stem cell research, but what i would like to focus on for a second is the rhetoric Mr Bush used. he said that "Destroying human life in the hopes of saving human life is not ethical," and that the US is "a nation founded on the principle that all human life is sacred." (i quote from today's The New York Times)


destroying human life in the hopes of saving human life is exactly what waging wars means (unless of course you're doing it not to save human lives but rather for some other, more obscure reason). and is there any Iraqi citizen out there who can still believe that the US is indeed a nation regarding all human life as sacred?

i guess all human lives are equal, but some human lives are more equal than others.

Monday, June 04, 2007

it all ends here; it all starts here


no movements, no gusts of wind; no nothing. just bare, raw, crystalline infinity, suspended within more infinity, lashing out to endless sides.

floating on a door on the primordial sea. the expectancy of life.

fire and volcanoes raging, shouting at each other; deep-earth pyrotechnics. gases to kill all eyes.

the birth of a star, the death of a star. millions of seconds and a single one always is enough. outbursts of solar energy; miles and miles and miles into the distance. so much larger than any one's body, always.

splintering ice crush of a world coated in burning cold white. oceans so devoid of warmth that they are beyond green and can stand almost, almost no life at all. only the lucky few, so spectacular in their more than natural appearance, can move along the face of those waters - and much deeper too.

infinitesmall regions of life in a handful of sand; thunderstorms of a god's blinking eyes.

will all these memories be lost,
like tears in the rain?