Caillebotte Floor Scrapers

This is my work room, my slow room.  Please take off your shoes and just enjoy yourself here, for though this work is slow going, poetry is intimacy with something sublime, a passion that lifts us, without violating our free will. It gives us the inner movements of our souls.  It gives us moves.  So if you write poetry or love to read it, please come in and let’s share a love of musical language together. There are poems by me, Asher Blake, here, but don’t worry, there are much better poems too.  Below is a passage from Yeats that serves as a good dedication for this site.

I said, ‘A line will take us hours maybe;
Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought,
Our stitching and unstitching has been naught.
Better go down upon your marrow-bones
And scrub a kitchen pavement, or break stones
Like an old pauper, in all kinds of weather;
For to articulate sweet sounds together
Is to work harder than all these, and yet
Be thought an idler by the noisy set
Of bankers, schoolmasters, and clergymen
The martyrs call the world.’


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