More New Aphorisms by Daniel Liebert

Daniel Liebert (Geary’s Guide, pp. 292–293), about whom I blogged back in 2007, 2008 and 2010, sends a sampling of new aphorisms, and a new direction in his aphoristic writing. Inspired by Antonio Porchia (Geary’s Guide, pp. 379-381), Mr. Liebert writes, he has “put aside the wit and word games for a while” and is “wondering if the aphorism can be profoundly serious in my life.” The answer to that is, without a doubt, yes. Read for yourself.

My love-life is over; this is my kindness-life.

I need a brother because I need a father.

Alone, I am neither young nor old—I am alone.

A tree is memory: sapling becomes heartwood.

I hoarded myself in you, yet you leave with nothing.

Here evokes infinite elsewheres.

A meditation must exclude that which would end it.

What I know becomes what I didn’t do.

Not even a hand-hold; a mere breath-hold in this world, is all.

Shame can live for years on its own excrement.

A grass blade hyphenates earth and sky.