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From Letters to a young poet – Rainer Marie Rilke

Viareggio, near Pisa (Italy)
April 5, 1903
“…ultimately, and precisely in the deepest and most important matters, we are unspeakably alone; and many things must happen, many things must go right, a whole constellation of events must be fulfilled, for one human being to successfully advise or help another.
Letter no. 2
Translated by Stephen Mitchell

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To Youth Agenda

Even for kids trying to go into Law, Medicine, Teaching (for God’s sake), not only do they need to know all their material, stats, dates etc, but they need to be able to process that information based on real life situations, manipulate “real life,” to produce their desired result.

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Ode to Fiona Apple (in not-ode format)

just cause someone responds to what you’re talking about doesn’t mean you’re not alone.

just cause you aren’t by yourself doesn’t mean that anyone is with you.

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Did you know?

Lillian towers was built to look like a maizecob.
I think the architecture continues to be pretty cool.
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Simple Pleasures

like hanging out with daddy when there’s nothing wrong
to fix more complicated than the water pump, or where to plant the mango tree
without getting in the way of the guava berry, acacia, pomegranate, blackberry cacti et al
like sunday with all woe forgotten,
a bowl of vanilla icecream with a chocolate chip cookie soaked
or a pineapple, the [...]

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on children striking and their corresponding adults

Yesterday I paid some attention to the news on TV and noticed some councilors/politicians/whatever throwing chairs at each other. By the time i paid attention, police were in shooting teargas into the mayhem and people were pretending like they wanted to fight. I thought about the children doing similar things recently, playing with matches with [...]

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Game, come play!

I used to have a friend with whom I used to write poems; well, ok, I continue to have a friend, conversations with whom the stuff of poems would emerge. …

To play, write me a note, and end with your invocation, and we’ll both go and make a poem about it, and both post here.

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On mushy ambitions- kernal or rambling

This Love errant defies logic
There are chords that measure layers of desire,
delicate petals measuring the other’s conviction-
She loves me, she loves me not – a joyful chase
after the wind – until hunger and ambition interrupt,
seeking to infect poetry, this wind chasing,
with deadlines and murky paths
of possibility, failure and blame.
It is easy to become lost.

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ngwatilo.com

I mean to be back from my little haitus.
I have news: henceforth, this portion of the ngwatilo.com site shall feature poem and song kernals, and ramblings that are trying to grow up into the stuff of poems and songs.
This portion of the site also invites your thoughts, your poem kernals, comments and discussions raised from [...]