“To become a citizen of the
world,” she said.

Ahh, for that’s a pride
Of human spirit
That no woven tapestry
Of flag or political fodder
Can truly father

Be your own man
Some day

And travel the globe
Far and away

Be here now
Not forever and a day

Set sail on the ivy shore
Of tomorrow’s door

Climb the towers
Of Babylon
And Peter’s gate

Make your peace
With all of man today

Know your world
Round and blue

And always come back home
Where your heart be
Through and through
Forever true

The Last Rose Of Summer

the Last Rose Of Summer by Thomas Moore
The Last Rose Of Summer

‘Tis the last rose of summer,
Left blooming alone;
All her lovely companions
Are faded and gone;
No flower of her kindred,
No rosebud is nigh,
To reflect back her blushes,
Or give sigh for sigh.

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one!
To pine on the stem;
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go, sleep thou with them.
Thus kindly I scatter,
Thy leaves o’er the bed,
Where thy mates of the garden
Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,
When friendships decay,
And from Love’s shining circle
The gems drop away.
When true hearts lie withered,
And fond ones are flown,
Oh! who would inhabit
This bleak world alone?

Enquire Within Upon Everything

Whether You Wish to Model a Flower in Wax;
to Study the Rules of Etiquette;
to Serve a Relish for Breakfast or Supper;
to Plan a Dinner for a Large Party or a Small One;
to Cure a Headache;
to Make a Will;
to Get Married;
to Bury a Relative;
Whatever You May Wish to Do, Make, or to Enjoy,
Provided Your Desire has Relation to the Necessities of Domestic Life,
I Hope You will not Fail to ‘Enquire Within.’

Thailand 2001

Thailand 2001
For Vollmann’s Poor People

We can afford color television

And basic cable

But we can barely save

Beyond our next meal

Instead we watch

Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?

And The Bachelorette

Dreaming of what life

Must be like

On the other side

Of the economic fence

Disparity sure has its depravity

Who I’d Like To Meet (circa 2005)

From September 2005:

Who I’d Like To Meet

My parents at my age, 22, when they took the time to set aside their lives in order to ready themselves for a 2nd child.

My girlfriend’s parents when they did the same for her.

Or myself in a former life, or when double-digits were a big thing to me.

When my older brother’s birthday (10 days after mine) was celebrated on my birthday, Oct. 4th, and we’d blow out the candles together.

My sister again on her 1st day of school, or when we finally left my father and she was going through a very crucial period in her childhood.

How I wish I could take that back and at the same time how I’ll never regret it for the rest of my life.

Or the 3rd grade, how I could go back to those school days and play tag—You’re it!—for the rest of my childhood, or at least until the teacher calls us in from recess.

Those were my happiest moments as a young boy, and I’ll always remember the girl who turned my world upside down that Summer in 1993.

And her older brother who pulled her away from me when we were just starting to get close. Because I am white.

And how I could never understand. Because I am white. And the irony of that.

What an interesting time it is to be in America.