“Perpetual uncertainty and excitement, except the rate of change – you could expect tomorrow whatever you had done today.” Quote by Gordon Roddick
“I am the Galloping Cowboy On the Hard-earned Horse” LifeHumourPoemContemplationAttributed No SourcePoetry LifeGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Now I understand the silence, Now that he told me That you had passed by, He told me it was four months That you had clamoured about me, It’s sad that I didn’t realise That it was you. He said that in the fourth month, I had confided that you had clamoured For my understanding, that you had Only wanted to pluck out my entrails And examine them, that you wanted my life, He says you went away bearing my child. Now I understand this silence, It would be wrong to say how sorry I am That I could not give you myself, It would be wrong to say sorry that I Could not give you the kind of life you need.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Goddammit.” LifePhilosophyInspirationTruthReflectionAttributed No SourceWisdom Contemplation Author:Gordon Roddick
“In a gap And quite by accident, I found insanity.” LifePhilosophyInspirationTruthReflectionAttributed No SourceWisdom Contemplation Author:Gordon Roddick
“Crux: Something that occasions difficulty. Shed me a tear! For I am wrought Upon your crossed arms Stretched tight Like the gutted deer. Chaliced In your double-lip I no longer hear the sounds.” LoveLifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“I call him “Old Bold-Stones” Within a ribbed structure built not unlike a cage Yet, not having the same quality of confinement, The open box of the day was lying Lid unhinged to a swing of mourning whales all dressed in widowhoods. Sunset's blood threw a spotted sop – That kaleidoscope in the spout Of the great sperm-son's vent. Come, crash me thunderdown. Come, flash me whipplecrack. Wave winged Sweat wet. Frond weed. Pondweed. And as thunderdown of policemen Shouting the empty place neath The arches of the once-red now Brown, grey sandstone bridge, Trout with a suspicion of feet lurking quiet in unseen spaces between frond weed and bold stones.” LifePhilosophyPoetryPoemContemplationAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“Why this compulsion to keep on interfering, worrying, wanting things in neat and compulsive boxes – dream on fuckguts, it’s not going to happen.” LifePhilosophyTruthHumourReflectionAttributed No SourceWisdom Contemplation Author:Gordon Roddick
“The Wine Have you tasted the wine of life? Yes, my Lord, both red and white. Have you supped with tears and strife? Yes, my Lord, both red and white.” LifeWritingPoetryHumourPoemReflectionWineAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick
“My wine Don’t sip like birds pecking at dust; plunge into it, sup it, soak in it, revel in its sensual nature. (Savour this succulence.) Succulent satisfaction.” LifeWritingPoetryHumourPoemReflectionWineAttributed No SourceGordon Roddick Author:Gordon Roddick