Sep 23, 2009

        O but how many in their solitude weep aloud like me--
                        On the bridge over the Republican River
                                    almost in tears to know
                                                how to speak the right language--
                        on the frosty broad road
                                    uphill between highway embankments
                        I search for the language
                                                that is also yours--
                                    almost all our language has been taxed by war.

-- Allen Ginsberg, Wichita Vortex Sutra