“But Love laughs at the end of the world because Love is the door to eternity. He who loves is playing on the doorstep of eternity.” —Thomas Merton.
FIELD NOTES #24 The wise man writes because there's little left to do when you have nothing left to say. A paradox to be sure. Speaking and writing are opposite sides of the same coin. But one comes easy, a quick slip of the tongue and your off to the races: saying god knows what about god knows who (all our idle chatter the pent up fear of a soceity that listens to little). Sometimes, the only thing to do is shut up, listen, and let the pen go. Be quick to think, slow to speak. And when all else fails, crumble up the ink stained page and do it all again. Maybe, if our congressmen spoke less and wrote more, we'd have less war. In a world of full of rash facts and brass tax, pen and ink seem quite germane— the poet learns to speak when he has nothing left to say.