A pony reading Sanskrit . . .

It's Satyr's day here in Okieland and wheresoever you might be . . .

Theodor Geisel, better known as Dr. Seuss, was born in Springfield, Massachusetts, on this day in 1904

Nobel Laureate and first president of the Soviet Union, Mikhail Gorbachev, was born on this date in 1931 Privolnoye, Stavropol, Russia.

It's the birthday of Lou Reed, who would have been 81 today. The leader of the pioneering Velvet Underground was born in 1942, Brooklyn, New York

I think that everything happens for a reason, everything happens when it's going to happen...Life is like Sanskrit read to a pony – Lou Reed

Missed birthday: The poet, translator, essayist, and editor, Jane Hirshfield, was born February 24, 1953 in New York City.

Philosphy: which was once a discipline that sought answers to humanity’s most fundamental questions has become a jargon-riddled puzzle for a narrow group of insiders. –Abigail Tulenko, writing for Aeon, online March 1, 2024.

There is nothing more difficult yet more gratifying … than living with sincere, active, constructive hope for the human spirit. – Maria Popova

Jus' sayin'

Living just inside the outside edge. On rare occasion on the outside looking in. I have no need to attack anyone to prove the daily surprise of my being here amid the Great Mystery that is this extraordinary world.

A poem should not mean, but be. I'll probably post this a hundred times by the time the history of this blog is written.

“It is, of course, we who house poems as much as their words, and we ourselves must be the locus of poetry's depth of newness. Still, the permeability seems to travel both ways: a changed self will find new meanings in a good poem, but a good poem also changes the shape of the self. Having read it, we are not who we were the moment before.... Art lives in what it awakens in us...Poems allow us not only to bear the tally and toll of our transience, but to perceive, within their continually surprising abundance, a path through the grief of that insult into joy.” ― Jane Hirshfield

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