There is a certain tone in the things that matter, an architecture of delayed light or slow sounds from long ago. Fragments for the after-silence, the sorting of a garden. Things in their essence. Spiritual forms, an invisible geometry of objects that gives strength to us through music…Whispered petitions to show us the way or to destroy us completely. Every word a last word. Every sound a revenant.
— Herbert Pföstl, On my Sanctuary Place
— Herbert Pföstl, On my Sanctuary Place
“When the gratitude of many to one throws away all shame, we behold fame.”
—The Gay Science, §171.
—The Gay Science, §171.
Last night the moon
in the sky hung
like a glowing fraction
and a stranger asked me if I believed in fate.
Paul Guest from “Poem for Tucker Carson’s Face,” Southern Indiana Review (Fall 2020)
in the sky hung
like a glowing fraction
and a stranger asked me if I believed in fate.
Paul Guest from “Poem for Tucker Carson’s Face,” Southern Indiana Review (Fall 2020)