here we can see it for what it is

They’re content to make their way by planting seeds and raising beasts. Too poor to live in Torbourough, too honest to scrape by in Dugtown, not yet vile enough to through in with the Stranders, they live their lives with a mighty sorrow. As the company moved on, most of the mud-farmers as Podo calledContinue reading “here we can see it for what it is”

without my sadness the songbirds are only a forest of beaks

Poem by Taha Muhammad Ali (29.IV.1984) in So What: New and Selected Poems, 1971-2005. The Falcon   1 If ever, sadness, it might be in my power to free myself from you one day, then I would feel, decidedly, the suicide’s delight as he’s freed from all responsibility! And imagine that I were suddenly releasedContinue reading “without my sadness the songbirds are only a forest of beaks”