an old writer and his words

  • AUBADE

    The sun peers through the skylight, sneaks catlike up the comforter. He strokes her cheek, they are drawn together, lips touch, toes twine, hips press, fingers trace, the mattress is a world of infinite gravity. Downstairs the cat paces angrily, the coffeemaker thirsts for beans.

    Lou Faber

  • RAGA BADVA

    Look behind the number, past the curtain that shields from your eyes its magic – it is there the singularity of life sheds its clothes, and what you grasp so tightly is no more than the idea of dawn, the concept of death. You must dig the grave to that certain depth so that should…

    Lou Faber

  • PIANO LESSONS

    Mrs. Schwarting was my piano teacher. At 12, my parents gave me a choice of lessons: piano or dance.  I had two left feet.  I chose piano.  It did not move. My mother smiled at my choice.  She knew what my decision would be before she asked.  My mother was like that.  Mrs. Schwarting was…

    Lou Faber

  • QUANTUM

    The universe is both enormously vast, measurable only in metaphor – and so infinitesimally small, it is an idea that would fit in the corner of a grain of sand. As you walk the beach grasp universes between your toes and kick them into the tide of the cosmos.

    Lou Faber

  • THREE NOTES FROM THE IRON FLUTE

    MANJUSHRI ENTERS THE GATE  鐵笛倒吹 一  Like Manjushri, stand still outside the gate and listen for the call of Buddha from within.   When he calls, answer but is Buddha inside and you without? There is nothing at all to see, and the gate has fallen from its hinges so answer yourself carefully.    …

    Lou Faber

  • Enso

    In the interstitial moment between birth and death a universe comes into existence, something that never before existed and existed always, new and well-known, unseen and visible for eternity. Measure it well for it is incapable of measurement, and ends without warning and precisely on schedule. In the momentary breath that marks the transit, we…

    Lou Faber