O Me! O Life!
By Walt Whitman
Oh me! Oh life! of the questions of these recurring,
Of the endless trains of the faithless, of cities fill’d with the foolish,
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I, and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d,
Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me,
Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined,
The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?
That you are here—that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
January 2013 – February 2013
in phnom penh
the problem with closeness
this, then the next
some call it stalking
myopic and astigmatic
With WCC February Writing Workshop:
Week 1: Wanting
in little saigon
Week 2: Beginnings and Endings
what to do
“developing countries” develop into the countries “developing” them
a story read to me
to be a poet
Week 3: Community
oil and water
Week 4: Miscellaneous
At rest online. At work offline.
National Poetry Month means NaPoWriMo.
such ordinary things
of cities and lovers, 2
musing on calf muscles
oakland, 7 (los angeles)
how i began 28
mourning for grass
the power of dance
nowhere is nowhere
again, may 1st
oakland, 8 (what i know)
Who knows what it will be? Not me.
between two cities
if we love
hazard on euclid / of strawberry farms and festivals
Be alive. Be wild.