Fiction & Poetry

The other way of thinking it through — fiction and verse, working on the same questions by different means.

Elsewhere X — @martyjbeard

  • Adams & Einstein

    Adams & Einstein

    They say John Adams, at the end of his life, would fall on his knees in rapturous delight, at the sight (simple sight) of a meadow flower. That the man who literally forged a nation, with incisive pen and oratory, found a flower overwhelming, stupefying. Or that Albert Einstein, after crystalline mind journeys into places…

    Continue reading →


  • Oceans and Us

    Oceans and Us

    waves rolling in as they always do pulsating, cleansing our fragile, human zoo each wave distinct in size, power, hue constantly changing yet commonly born a metaphor for ages forever reminding us we’re unique, yet connected no limits, constraints or cages – by MJB

    Continue reading →


  • Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial

    Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial

    A splitting White sides A jutting Proud face bold, alight Like the man granite forged from racism and fear black and white life and death violence and deliverance Placed aside America’s past with water flowing and words preaching How he loved them, understood them implored them to listen, love and act But I didn’t get…

    Continue reading →



Words to Live By

One evening I saw a red sunset, its rays falling on the trunks and foliage of pines growing among a tumble of rocks, coloring the trunks and foliage with orange fire. It was superb.

— Vincent van Gogh

Out yonder there was this huge world, which exists independently of us human beings and which stands before us like a great, eternal riddle, at least partially accessible to our inspection and thinking. The contemplation of this world beckoned like a liberation . . .

— Albert Einstein

Learning is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.

— T. H. White

It was as if God had lifted his baton sharply above the endless orchestration of the seas, and the eternal movement had stopped, suspended in the timeless architecture of the absolute.

— Thomas Wolfe

I’m not saying ability doesn’t matter. It certainly helps. But there’s something powerful about realizing that you’ve undersold yourself — that somehow your mind confused lack of effort for inability.

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

— Simone de Beauvoir

Learning is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting.

— T. H. White

We read to know we are not alone.

— C.S. Lewis

The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.

— Albert Camus

Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.

— Simone Weil

I am incapable of conceiving infinity, and yet I do not accept finity. I want this adventure that is the context of my life to go on without end.

— Simone de Beauvoir

There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

— Walt Whitman

Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that.

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

The process: sitting at your desk, focusing your mind like a laser beam, imagining something out of a blank horizon, creating a story, selecting the right words, one by one, keeping the flow of the narrative on track — requires far more energy, over a long period, than most people ever imagine.

— Haruki Murakami

Man is nothing other than his own project. He exists only to the extent that he realizes himself, therefore he is nothing more than the sum of his actions, nothing more than his life.

— Jean-Paul Sartre

A man sees in the world what he carries in his heart.

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe