Thursday, December 19, 1991

Homeward bound in the crashing of the rain

Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain!

—Terri Guillemets


Shout-out to Simon & Garfunkel for the title tweak'n'borrow! That night definitely wasn't a drizzle.

Saturday, October 5, 1991

Poetry, a creation of self & the world

Poetry swallows the precarious boundary between self and world.

Poetry traces the serpentine boundaries of self and world.

Poetry sings wild of the dangersome boundary between self and world.

Poetry breaks through the guarded boundary between self and world.

Poetry walks the line—a bit unbalanced—between self and world.

Poetry crosses the ethereal border between self and world.

Poetry word-tramples the fragile border between self and world.

Poetry treads silently from dreams of self to the world.

Poetry seeps from the crack of self to the limitless world.

Poetry merges self with world. Poetry splits world from self.

Poetry's butterfly, Self, lands on the flowering World; together they make beauty.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, September 25, 1991

Memory tests

If a placebo has an effect, is it any less real than the real thing?

—Terri Guillemets

Tuesday, September 24, 1991

Lost in Tucson & the world

Life is a mortal maze, and only a few truly find their way.

—Terri Guillemets

Thursday, August 29, 1991

Tucson speedway

The world is changing so fast I've got societal vertigo.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, June 12, 1991

Poetry below the mountains

Poets are like magicians, searching for magical phrases to pull rabbits out of people's souls.

—Terri Guillemets

Wednesday, January 23, 1991

Explosions of dumb

A bomb has nothing to do with freedom — except men's freedom to kill each other.

—Terri Guillemets