scraps

There are several very important things I should be doing, but I'm tired and I don't want to do any of them. Instead, I want to transcribe the scribblings on the scraps of paper on my desk:
Jane Hirshfield's work process (a poet): she never feels like she's writing, and then after a while she finds she has a book, and then she calls her publisher. (this is how I feel, without the part about the publisher.)
unmixed attention is prayer.
he sings not to fill the world but bc he is filled.
even the most authoritative statement can be asking a question under the surface. we live in an age of pronouncement.
ideology separates us; dreams and anguish bring us together.
a sweater is something you wear when your mother is cold.