pasar el verano

Summer

At evening the complaint of the cuckoo
Grows still in the wood.

The grain bends its head deeper,
The red poppy.

Darkening thunder drives
Over the hill.
The old song of the cricket
Dies in the field.

The leaves of the chestnut tree
Stir no more.
Your clothes rustle
On the winding stair.

The candle gleams silently
In the dark room;
A silver hand
Puts the light out;

Windless, starless night.

---Georg Trakl (+ 1914 )

trans. Robert Bly

subterranean therapy blues

"They are giving good advice.
If they are in hell,
why should we make it worse?"

margarita lagos fuentes-- mother of Claudio Lagos, a trapped miner, about help from psychologists in what to tell her son.

epistemological turbulence

Be it a question of science,
metaphysics, or religion,
the man who says: 'What is truth?'
as Pilate did, is not a tolerant man,
but a betrayer of the human race."

-Jacques Maritain

where art aims

the aim of art is
to represent
not the outward appearance of things
but
their inward significance

-Aristotle ( the Stageirite)

what i know of truth

2:11 in the morning
tired
sort of blue

found poem

You can easy
scientific prove,
it is exactly the same.
With Love
it never happened
it is homemade.

i located these sentences
on a blog called
zuihitsu dot org

the photo image is shocking

"That poster is shocking. It gives people facts before they take risks."

-Dominique Foxworth