by eab | Dec 19, 2017 | Blog |
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...
by eab | Dec 19, 2017 | Blog |
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, There is rapture in the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar; I love not man the less, but nature more. — Lord George Gordon...
by eab | May 13, 2017 | Blog |
The rising hills, the slopes, of statistics lie before us. The steep climb of everything, going up, up, as we all go down. In the next century or the one beyond that, they say, are valleys, pastures, we can meet there in peace if we make it. To climb these coming...
by eab | Feb 15, 2017 | Blog |
You could rake leaves while the glaciers melt and horses stand somewhere in a field with the sound of wind blowing rain into their manes you could go to a job you don’t love and live in a house you don’t want and sit in traffic and feel trapped watching the eagles...
by eab | Jun 4, 2016 | Blog |
A visual poem about the the human condition in this age of empire and alienation from nature and each other.
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