PoetWithCancer’s Blog

By PoetWithCancer Last updated: 15 hours ago
  • High Coo

    By PoetWithCancer, 15 hours ago

    I love words.  Like birds, I free them to fly; I love, Dovelike, to haiku. --by PoetWithCancer (M.L.P.) aka Mr. Poet Written on Sunday, November 22, 2009   12:53 pm PST Fair.   Mostly sunny. 69° F.  (Feels like 69° F.)  … Read More »

  • My Dash

    By PoetWithCancer, on Thu Nov 12, 2009 8:45pm PST

    I have been dashing through my life, Even when it seemed that time was going slow. Time never really goes slow, but always runs. Every moment quicky comes and quickly must go; And every moment comes to life but once. And all the days, like the sun playing tag with the moon, Start with a sunrise, and… Read More »

  • Thanksgiving

    By PoetWithCancer, on Wed Nov 4, 2009 8:30am PST

    Sight.  I can see the fallen, and the sparse tree-clinging, golden brown leaves. I can see the orange and gold light-fretted clouds of another sunset. I hope to see the bouquet of beams of many another sunrise. I look up at the sky at night; and then the sight of the… Read More »

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About This Author

NOTE: If you read something of mine, please leave a comment so I will know. If you don't like what I've written, say so: I would rather have criticism than silence. // ABOUT ME: I love Albert Camus, Shakespeare, Van Gogh, Beethovan, and the Beatles, for starters. I am not standardly religious, but I see intelligence in the design of living things. My favorite book is *Lyrical and Critical Essays* by Albert Camus. Second favorite: *Reverence for Life* by Albert Schweitzer. Third: *Out of My Life and Thought* by Albert Einstein. And my favorite song (as much because of the sound of the rain as because of McCartney's angelic voice) is "Uncle Albert." And I used to live on Albert Avenue. All true. The recurrence of the name "Albert" is either sheer coincidence or magical intervention (what for, God knows; it isn't exactly the intervention I could use right now). My favorite movie is *Bladerunner* and my favorite line from it is: "All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in the rain." I understand why Roy, at the end of his life, suddenly realized that he loved life, "not just his life, but any life--my life"--so much so, that his last act before dying was that he saved the life of the man who had been trying to kill him. My fourth favorite book: *Life Against Death* by Norman Brown.