Scratchings

This is the first in an irregular series of stuff that has been disinterred from old notebooks; some quotations, some drafts of poems. All are posted as I found them.

Humankind, fleet of life like tree leaves, unsubstantial as shadows, weak creatures of clay, wingless, ephemeral, sorrow worn, and dreamlike.

(Aristophanes, quoted by Raymond Moody, Paranormal.)