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.