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?
Answer.
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
nomad musing
in phnom penh
the problem with closeness
this, then the next
some call it stalking
overpacked
myopic and astigmatic
With WCC February Writing Workshop:
Week 1: Wanting
tending
say it
outside
considering never
in little saigon
Week 2: Beginnings and Endings
how, once
what to do
“developing countries” develop into the countries “developing” them
timing
a story read to me
invisible walls
to be a poet
Week 3: Community
oil and water
new constellations
roots
Week 4: Miscellaneous
enough
adulthood
a hope
late twenties
March 2013
At rest online. At work offline.
April 2013
National Poetry Month means NaPoWriMo.
oakland
such ordinary things
oakland, 2
lantanas
oakland, 3
oakland, 4
oakland, 5
chores
of cities and lovers, 2
oakland, 6
poppies
years later
musing on calf muscles
oakland, 7 (los angeles)
boston
exchange
how i began 28
mourning for grass
modern gardening
skin
the power of dance
nowhere is nowhere
again, may 1st
oakland, 8 (what i know)
May 2013
Who knows what it will be? Not me.
between two cities
if we love
blog generation
hazard on euclid / of strawberry farms and festivals
June 2013
Be alive. Be wild.
narinda heng 