“Who am I? I'm a poet. What do I do? I write. And how do I live? I live.”
–Rodolpho, in Puccini's La Bohème
Before Passion Becomes Philosophy
Such Fair Beauty
That We Should Know In Them
And Call Them
The Rose, Symbol of Passion.
The embodiment of life.
Its scent enchanting... Its petals enticing...
In each silky-smooth... fragile fold...
Images of past, present, and future
Are suggestively rendered
And ready to be found.
The Rose, Symbol of Philosophy
The representation of opposites.
A source of profound beauty
And at the same time,
If one fails to grasp it properly,
A source of prolific pain
And resonant regret.
This Blog is dedicated to the Passion of Life
Before the Philosophy of tomorrow gives it
The yearnings... the longings...
The desirous aching found
Within each unrestricted beat
Of a man's heart.
This is my story and these are my songs
Now and for all time
WELCOME TO THE PLAYGROUND OF MY MIND…