to the dog

i am Nature

part of it all

and  him

god loves the dolphins

and  made them safe from us

each a string

an ear of corn
in silence reaped

the giant con

when the debt wont be paid

its just confidence

that the game goes on

as players fall out

is there any long term

problem americans

are solving

there are no systems

we fit in

we have be come

the stepdad no one likes

while killing the bride

your nose grows with  you

living in a devil town

a council of 100

 

 

this scene

how did that happen

why or what

is this tellect

doing in our body

matter reaching into mind

reaching into code

reaching into symmetry

looking for cause

who do i trust

in the mirror

trapped

three thousand  years

civilized

but little attempt

to reduce

the complexity
increase the simplicity

of  random chaos

see the sky

as a window

for the gods

the long count

one  history

since forever before

it will happen aginagain

running a w ar

lik e ik e m ig ht

with m oolah  the spirit

at every post

except  the line

where glory?

for the last  ism

disappoints

light (er) is better

All over the country, in all of  the hotels I stop  at, they give me cups like this to drink  my coffee or  chocolate from.  See how thick and clumsy it is.  It is at at least half an inch thick and so barbaric in form that one would think it was made in a barbarous savage age and intended to be used to hie at the head of an enemy as a weapon of defense.  It disgusts me to drink from it.  
Such rude things make men rude who use them. We ought to have things of beauty in everything about our house. Let children when quite young be accustomed to see and handle delicate things and they will become refined.  I was impressed,  while out west in going among the Chinese to see these navvies who worked hard all day on the railroad, shoveling dirt, go home at night and drink their tea out of cups of fine porcelain as thin  and delicate as the petals of a white rose, so delicate, indeed, that our ladies even are afraid to handle them for fear of breaking them.  This what we should have for ourselves here.  
I would place things of beauty, things of delicacy in the houses of all our mechanics as well  as of  the  wealthy.

"Mr Wilde, do you think that this present so called-- 'aesthetic craze' "-- ?

"Oh do not call it a craze.  It is no craze.  You Americans have such a way of treating serious things as a joke.  And yet you are not a joyous people.  
In society there is all brilliancy and apparent joyousness, but on the railway trains I do not see happy men and women.  Everybody has a troubled anxious look, and everybody is pushing forward in some business project.  But the people do not appreciate art and so they call it a craze.  But it will live and spread its influences and be continuing in its good and it is no craze."

Art and true beauty can never die.  There may be a wave of barbarism sweep over Europe by an Asiatic invasion but true art will not be lost.

                           

ohio  1882