To this generation I would say:
Memorize some bit of verse of truth or beauty.
Edgar Lee Masters
August 23, 1868: Edgar Lee Masters published over 50 volumes of work, but he is known for just one—Spoon River Anthology, a moving book of poetry that tells the stories of ordinary people in a small Illinois town. He was born in Kansas, 145 years ago today.
what matters most is how well you walk through the fire
August 16, 1920: Before he was able to make a living as a writer, Charles Bukowski worked in the post office as a clerk—a job that fueled both his writing and his despair. Bukowski was born in Germany, 93 years ago today.
O beautiful for spacious skies
for amber waves of grain
Katharine Lee Bates
August 12, 1859: Poet Katharine Lee Bates was inspired to write her best known work, America the Beautiful, after a trip to Colorado’s Pikes Peak. The poem became a popular national anthem. She was born in Massachusetts, 154 years ago today.
I have just realized that the stakes are myself
I have no other
ransom money, nothing to break or barter but my life
Diane di Prima
August 6, 1934: Happy birthday, Diane di Prima! A poet since she was a teenager, this Brooklynite became an integral part of the Beat movement and was once arrested by the FBI under an obscenity charge. She turns 79 today.
Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.
Guy de Maupassant
August 5, 1850: French author Guy de Maupassant is best known for short stories like The Necklace, which are often marked by a cruel twist of fate. He was born in France, 163 years ago today.
In the world I am
Always a stranger
I do not understand its language
It does not understand my silence
August 2, 1949: Chinese protest poet Bei Dao was exiled from his native land for criticizing the Cultural Revolution. He was born in Beijing, 64 years ago today.
The Power of Thought
You view me as malicious,
Intending on wounding ones in my path.
You’re wrong, it’s just circumstance.
Circumstance has made me pay the price.
Now it’s time I hop off the wheel of suffering.
Offer up my faux pas, mistakes, oversights
Whatever you may call it.
It is time for peace.
For time does not exist.
And life is eternal.
We make our own heaven and hells
Here on Earth.
We make that choice.
I and we must become righteous and change.
The power of thought is resilient.
It’s the ego, who wants to hold on with all its force
To keep us in fear.
It is time for peace within.
So you are mistaken with your “knowingness” of me
And your philosophies are the same.
Time for change.
Yes; however not the type of change you infer.
I do not need to be knocked down by you,
You who think that all the answers are there –
Move, cut people out, etc…
The answer is within my essence.
My problems are miniscule in comparison
To the real problem.
The separation from God and my brothers.
If I change my thoughts to one with Him,
All the right people and things will come into my life.
I won’t keep making same mistakes with the same people.
For all I can do is try and be patient.
Put my talent to use,
And not “die with my music still in me”.
I owe it to God, myself and my audience
To make an impression.
Do what I was put here to do.
Pain is easier to write than happiness.
We all can validate pain effortlessly.
But it is the Joy and Happiness that should be validated.
Most of us are stuck, here, in a place where the darkness
Seems like it will last forever.
That is our choice, our misperception.
We can change by seeing the good and innocence in people,
Even when it’s hard.
Love cannot be taught, it is something we own.
Send love or send fear.
God has granted free will.
From now on I choose Heaven and peace.
From now on I choose to send Love.