wisdom
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You stop to look into the eyesof you observing you and recognizethe familiar stranger, the gaze of the onewho observes all you do, the you who is youand not you, the eyes of the one who’sunshaken by your fears, who remains as steadyas the sky. We’re going to die,you say. Yes, of course, the eyes Read more
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This morning I couldgo inside, boot up the computer,pay my urologist’s bill,then change the oilin the lawn mower,then drive to the dump(now called the “Transfer Station”)and listen to Travis,who monitors the recycling bins,complain about his life,and then… There’s a lot I could dothis morning,but I think I’ll sit herein the shadewatching the lightslant through the Read more
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Meanwhile, the world becamea many-headed monster,with snakes for hairand eyes you better avoidor you’ll be turned into stone. William James said wisdomis knowing what to ignore. He meantthe trivial, but today I’m thinkingit’s the eyes of the Gorgon. How manydays in a row can you be appalledwithout hardening? I don’t turn on the news as Read more
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On a bus not far from Istanbulan old man turns to me and says,“You must live like a squirrel!” I am young, and say, “Ok.” He lifts a finger and says,“A squirrel expects nothing morethan life itself. Living is enough for squirrel.” I offer him some nuts. Heshakes his head, pointing tohis toothless mouth. Years Read more
20 Poems by Tom Crider 