The media—stenographers to power.
Poetry is the enemy of the poem.
The universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.
I can hardly wait for tomorrow, it means a new life for me each and every day.
When you look back on a lifetime and think of what has been given to the world by your presence, your fugitive presence, inevitably you think of your art, whatever it may be, as the gift you have made to the world in acknowledgment of the gift you have been given, which is the life itself. . . That work is not an expression of the desire for praise or recognition, or prizes, but the deepest manifestation of your gratitiude for the gift of life.
Be what you are. Give What is yours to give. Have Style. Dare.
The poem comes in the form of a blessing, like rapture breaking on the mind.
A small country like Georgia has little influence on conflicts that must be resolved at the global level.
Superstar lawyers and math whizzes and software entrepreneurs appear at first blush to lie outside ordinary experience. But they don't. They are products of history and community, of opportunity and legacy. Their success is not exceptional or mysterious. It is grounded in a web of advantages and inheritances, some deserved, some not, some earned, some just plain lucky - but all critical to making them who they are. The outlier, in the end, is not an outlier at all.
The climate-change deniers are rapidly ending up with as much intellectual credibility as creationists and Flat Earthers. They are nudging close to having the moral credibility of Holocaust deniers.
I don't really go out to clubs, but if I did, I'd just want to go rock out with my mates or whatever.