Poetry:

Since blogging seems wired into my cultural identity, I feel I might as well do it properly. It's all about sharing, so I'm putting here one of my favorite poems (and the source of this little blog's title).

i thank You God-- e e cummings.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

Primavera

The first vestigial fins of Spring are cresting across the frozen plains, and so it seems that this is as good a time as any for beginnings. I'm not sure how long this blog's existed, though I'm sure the desire to share my thinklings has predated it by far; I'm determined to keep it as genuine as possible, in an homage to the nebulous self I can never seem to successfully pursue.

To wit, this will rise from nothing into a compendium of poems (my own and others), stories, observations, updates, fantastical dilemmas and mundane conundrums. In any case, there ought to be a lot of words.