R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Category: Inspiration

  •   “Poetry presupposes an inspired knowledge of man’s sensuous and spiritual nature.  Smithcraft—for the smith was also carpenter, mason, shipwright, and toolmaker—presupposes an inspired knowledge of how to transform lifeless material into active forms.  No ancient smith would have dared to proceed without the aids of medicine and poetry.  The charcoal used on his forge…

  • appetite for creation by steve kilbey saint steven shot with light unfathomable ineffable god needed some cat to dig some parts of his creation that no one was picking up on and so he created me he chucked me together nearly sixty years ago and he said to me as he has always said to…

  • “Life impairs the expression of life. If I were to live a great love, I would never be able to describe it. I myself do not know if this I that I reveal to you in these serpentine pages really exists or if it is only an aesthetic, false conceit that I made of myself.…

  • JACK KEROUAC 12 march 1922 – 21 october 1969 A poet is a fellow who spends his time thinking about what it is that’s wrong, and although he knows he can never quite find out what this wrong is, he goes right on thinking it out and writing it down. A poet is a blind…

  •     Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.” ~  Jorge Luis Borges

  • Once in a very blue moon, John Tallow imagined his younger self standing down the timeline from his present life, bare toes curling in teenage beach sand, looking ahead to today and watching his future life collapse in on itself like a dying star. His future life becoming small and dark and dense, its gravity…

  • Source: R.M. on Pinterest A day off, good books, my old harley boots and coffee ☕☕☕

  •   “Be in me as the eternal moods of the bleak wind, and not As transient things are — gaiety of flowers. Have me in the strong loneliness of sunless cliffs And of gray waters. Let the gods speak softly of us In days hereafter, the shadowy flowers of Orcus Remember thee.”   ~ Δώρια…