Black is the colour and none is the number
~ Dylan
It’s a good idea to begin at the bottom in everything except in learning to swim.
Colour photos from the depression
Little tube of mighty pow’r,
Charmer of an idle hour,
Object of my warm desire.
~ Isaac Hawkins Browne
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
~ Percy Shelley
Late in the evenin’ about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Uncle Pen ~ Bill Monroe
The Ossuary
As I was walking a ribbon of highway I saw above me an endless skyway
~ Guthrie
Epistrophy ~ Monk
