Gregg Zigler
@greggzigler.bsky.social
I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson (260)
Are you nobody, too?
Then there's a pair of us — don't tell!
They'd banish us, you know.
How dreary to be somebody!
How public, like a frog
To tell your name the livelong day
To an admiring bog!
Emily Dickinson (260)
Everything you’re feeling, name it “love”.
A split second when nothing in the world is dying? 888 goosebumps.
I want my very last second to be like “Damn, I wish I had a million more of these.“
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Quotes from a beautiful documentary about spoken poet Andrea Gibson and her life with cancer
A split second when nothing in the world is dying? 888 goosebumps.
I want my very last second to be like “Damn, I wish I had a million more of these.“
+++++
Quotes from a beautiful documentary about spoken poet Andrea Gibson and her life with cancer
December 4, 2025 at 8:16 PM
Everything you’re feeling, name it “love”.
A split second when nothing in the world is dying? 888 goosebumps.
I want my very last second to be like “Damn, I wish I had a million more of these.“
+++++
Quotes from a beautiful documentary about spoken poet Andrea Gibson and her life with cancer
A split second when nothing in the world is dying? 888 goosebumps.
I want my very last second to be like “Damn, I wish I had a million more of these.“
+++++
Quotes from a beautiful documentary about spoken poet Andrea Gibson and her life with cancer
We didn’t know if we were plagued by demons or guided by angels, ...
Exadelic, by Jon Evans
Exadelic, by Jon Evans
October 28, 2025 at 11:09 PM
We didn’t know if we were plagued by demons or guided by angels, ...
Exadelic, by Jon Evans
Exadelic, by Jon Evans
How Hard It Is to Keep from Being King When It’s in You and in the Situation
. . .
A nation has to take its natural course
Of Progress round and round in circles
From King to Mob to King to Mob to King
Until the eddy of it eddies out.
. . .
Robert Frost, 1962
. . .
A nation has to take its natural course
Of Progress round and round in circles
From King to Mob to King to Mob to King
Until the eddy of it eddies out.
. . .
Robert Frost, 1962
September 13, 2025 at 4:12 AM
How Hard It Is to Keep from Being King When It’s in You and in the Situation
. . .
A nation has to take its natural course
Of Progress round and round in circles
From King to Mob to King to Mob to King
Until the eddy of it eddies out.
. . .
Robert Frost, 1962
. . .
A nation has to take its natural course
Of Progress round and round in circles
From King to Mob to King to Mob to King
Until the eddy of it eddies out.
. . .
Robert Frost, 1962
Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates:
At the first gate, ask yourself, “Is it true?”
At the second gate ask, “Is it necessary?”
At the third gate ask, “Is it kind?”
~ Rumi
At the first gate, ask yourself, “Is it true?”
At the second gate ask, “Is it necessary?”
At the third gate ask, “Is it kind?”
~ Rumi
September 7, 2025 at 4:07 AM
Before you speak, let your words pass through three gates:
At the first gate, ask yourself, “Is it true?”
At the second gate ask, “Is it necessary?”
At the third gate ask, “Is it kind?”
~ Rumi
At the first gate, ask yourself, “Is it true?”
At the second gate ask, “Is it necessary?”
At the third gate ask, “Is it kind?”
~ Rumi
A Wish To Comply
Did I see it go by,
That Millikan mote?
Well, I said that I did.
I made a good try.
But I’m no one to quote.
If I have a defect
It’s a wish to comply
And see as I’m bid.
I rather suspect
All I saw was the lid
Going over my eye.
I honestly think
All I saw was a wink.
Robert Frost
Did I see it go by,
That Millikan mote?
Well, I said that I did.
I made a good try.
But I’m no one to quote.
If I have a defect
It’s a wish to comply
And see as I’m bid.
I rather suspect
All I saw was the lid
Going over my eye.
I honestly think
All I saw was a wink.
Robert Frost
August 14, 2025 at 4:30 AM
A Wish To Comply
Did I see it go by,
That Millikan mote?
Well, I said that I did.
I made a good try.
But I’m no one to quote.
If I have a defect
It’s a wish to comply
And see as I’m bid.
I rather suspect
All I saw was the lid
Going over my eye.
I honestly think
All I saw was a wink.
Robert Frost
Did I see it go by,
That Millikan mote?
Well, I said that I did.
I made a good try.
But I’m no one to quote.
If I have a defect
It’s a wish to comply
And see as I’m bid.
I rather suspect
All I saw was the lid
Going over my eye.
I honestly think
All I saw was a wink.
Robert Frost
Transience
We barely look up at the
The sky anymore. Everything looked brighter before.
Do you recall
The kites, cresting the wind,
Weightless like memories?
Annabelle Perng, 12th Grade
Posted on city garbage container labelled "Litterature"
We barely look up at the
The sky anymore. Everything looked brighter before.
Do you recall
The kites, cresting the wind,
Weightless like memories?
Annabelle Perng, 12th Grade
Posted on city garbage container labelled "Litterature"
July 30, 2025 at 9:36 PM
Transience
We barely look up at the
The sky anymore. Everything looked brighter before.
Do you recall
The kites, cresting the wind,
Weightless like memories?
Annabelle Perng, 12th Grade
Posted on city garbage container labelled "Litterature"
We barely look up at the
The sky anymore. Everything looked brighter before.
Do you recall
The kites, cresting the wind,
Weightless like memories?
Annabelle Perng, 12th Grade
Posted on city garbage container labelled "Litterature"
[Criticism of kings in 1st Samuel Chapter 8] may be well and good for us Americans who rejected kings explicitly in a revolution. But for all of our claims of revolution against monarchy, I think that we can still tend towards wanting it anyway. . . .
July 22, 2025 at 3:23 AM
[Criticism of kings in 1st Samuel Chapter 8] may be well and good for us Americans who rejected kings explicitly in a revolution. But for all of our claims of revolution against monarchy, I think that we can still tend towards wanting it anyway. . . .
* Grow: be curious and willing to learn new things
* Adapt: change your tactics when facing challenges
* Give: share your time, attention, and wisdom with kindness
* Connect: initiate new friendships and follow-up with old ones
* Adapt: change your tactics when facing challenges
* Give: share your time, attention, and wisdom with kindness
* Connect: initiate new friendships and follow-up with old ones
July 18, 2025 at 4:26 PM
* Grow: be curious and willing to learn new things
* Adapt: change your tactics when facing challenges
* Give: share your time, attention, and wisdom with kindness
* Connect: initiate new friendships and follow-up with old ones
* Adapt: change your tactics when facing challenges
* Give: share your time, attention, and wisdom with kindness
* Connect: initiate new friendships and follow-up with old ones
[Age] lives less in the present
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing -
Too present to imagine.
Carpe Diem, Robert Frost, 1942
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing -
Too present to imagine.
Carpe Diem, Robert Frost, 1942
July 1, 2025 at 3:32 AM
[Age] lives less in the present
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing -
Too present to imagine.
Carpe Diem, Robert Frost, 1942
Than in the future always,
And less in both together
Than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing -
Too present to imagine.
Carpe Diem, Robert Frost, 1942
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
William Blake, early 19th century
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
William Blake, early 19th century
May 27, 2025 at 9:50 PM
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
William Blake, early 19th century
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
William Blake, early 19th century