Video games, seeing my enemies driven before me, hearing the lamentations of their women, overindulgence in soda pop, time considered as a helix of semi-precious stones
Oh, and working on that novel I've been workin' on . . .
Music
Beatles, Over the Rhine, Counting Crows, Modest Mouse, 6p, Shins, Charlie Peacock
Movies
Chinatown, Pulp Fiction, Tombstone, Dr. Strangelove
Television
Babylon 5, Firefly, Farscape, Battlestar Galactica, Heroes, Lost, The Tick, South Park, Flight of the Conchords
Books
Willa Cather, Flannery O'Connor, Ernest Hemingway, Robert Frost, E.E. Cummings
Samuel Delaney, Harlan Ellison, Orson Scott Card, Ursula LeGuin, Octavia Butler, Nancy Kress
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
The past and present wilt--I have fill'd them, emptied them.
And proceed to fill my next fold of the future.
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me?
Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening,
(Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.)
Do I contradict myself?
Very well then I contradict myself,
(I am large, I contain multitudes.)
I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab.
Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper?
Who wishes to walk with me?
Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late?
