by Warren Gaston | Nov 2, 2019
The hardest part of learning is the unlearning. It takes years for the mind to loosen its grip on sweet poisons, the accumulation of stagnant information and stultified facts, the rubble of theories and concepts, sediment in the brain, a sleepwalker stuck in freshly...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 30, 2019
I will never grow old. No. I will never grow old. I will age, yes, of course, accumulating minutes like molecules stored in the matter of my body until now I am fat with time. It’s too late for me to grow old. I was born old, a corporeal lump of galactic matter,, an ...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 27, 2019
The girl in the fast-food drive-up window doesn’t know me, has no obligation to feed me, doesn’t care if I am hungry, doesn’t give a damn about the small earthquake in my stomach as my hands grip the steering wheel and I point my car toward the largess of her...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 25, 2019
I worship Christ, I worship Jehovah, I worship Pan, I worship Aphrodite. But I do not worship hands nailed and running with blood upon a cross, nor licentiousness, nor lust. I want them all, all the gods. They are all God. But I must serve in real love. If I take...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 22, 2019
Genesis I saw my father’s house in the country, Adams County, Ohio. He was born there in his parents’ bed after the harvest. written in 1973 _________________________________________________________________________ Today is my father Rev. Fred Taylor Gaston’s...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 19, 2019
In 1969 America experienced the thrall of two Greek gods at play on the stage of our national psyche. One at the Kennedy Space Center in Florida and one in upstate New York. The first event happened on July 19, when a rocket named after the Roman god Saturn blasted...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 15, 2019
If I could spend an afternoon with any 19th century American poet, it would be with the incomparable Emily Dickinson. I picture us sitting in her sunlit Amherst flower garden drinking tea. This woman in her white dress had a huge and hungry mind. I could learn so much...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 8, 2019
What are the similarities between the Hubble Space Telescope and a poem. The obvious answer is none. No similarities. One is a complex scientific instrument made of metal and silicon letting us see far into the cosmos. The other is a form of literature, made of...
by Warren Gaston | Oct 2, 2019
I love words. Long words. Short words. One syllable words are fine but so are multiple syllable words. Words carry meaning. ‘Cat’ represents – (re-presents – makes present again) a feline mammal. You can have ‘cat’ in a sentence without having a cat in the room. ...
by Warren Gaston | Sep 30, 2019
Three days after the creation of animals, and two weeks before the fall, at the primordial sundown meal they called supper, after playing with cats that had never been kittens and thinking up names for the owl and the dog, Eve and her man Adam played a fantasy game...
