Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Strait Street, Valletta

9T2A1497If places could speak this would have a few mighty tales. The old Strait Street in the heart of Valletta is full of closed dance halls, bars and brothels. This was where sailors and servicemen from the English and US Navies came to spend their money and have a bon time. The bars, the old band stages and the balconies where perfumed ladies proffered remain covered in a fine layer of dust. This fabulous piece of street art captures the sense of those heady days.

Will there really be a “Morning”?
Is there such a thing as “Day”?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like Water lilies?
Has it feathers like a Bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some Sailor!
Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called “Morning” lies!

Emily Dickinson
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As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth . . . the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times

gary-snyder-bw-1Gary Snyder