Tuesday 26 February 2013







"Leaving San Francisco is like saying goodbye to an old sweetheart. You want to linger as long as possible. " Walter Cronkite

Saturday 23 February 2013

Hello San Francisco

 
 
 
"It's an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world." Oscar Wilde
 
 
 
"Newly formed whitish fog filtering through the harp strings of the Golden Gate Bridge and then puffing out its chest as though pleased with its dramatic entrance; but the only applause is the quiet lapping of the waves as they disappear under the silent mass." Herb Caen 1949

Sunday 10 February 2013

A Physics

When you get down to it, Earth
has our own great ranges
of feeling -- Rocky, Smoky, Blue --
and a heart that can melt stones.

The still pools fill with sky,
as if aloof, and we have eyes
for all of this -- and more, for Earth's
reminding moon. We too are ruled

by such attractions -- spun and swaddled,
rocked and lent a light. We run
our clocks on wheels, our trains
on time. But all the while we want

to love each other endlessly -- not only for
a hundred years, not only six feet up and down.
We want the suns and moons of silver
in ourselves, not only counted coins in a cup. The whole

idea of love was not to fall. And neither was
the whole idea of God. We put him well
above ourselves, because we meant,
in time, to measure up.


Heather McHugh (One of my favourite Seattle poets)