Robert Ronnow : Writing

I can clean. I can drive.

I can clean. I can drive.

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Plenty of sleep, no more tv, the wars in the Middle Eastare resource wars, disguised as religious debates.So Dad would say.A beautiful winter day, hun..
Homework

Homework

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Moby Dick, geometry, physics.Study every subject everyday.Homework is an indicator of future success.Success is not necessarily happiness but it helps..
Blue Grama Grass

Blue Grama Grass

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


How to break an addiction. Decide to live.What can I learn from my pain. Danger.And friends are merely friendly, live on independentof your injury. Yo..
In the Singularity

In the Singularity

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


In the singularityperfectly good poemsare being written by laughingand crying machineswashing machines and dryersabout their daily tasksand ambivalenc..
To Go On

To Go On

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


If you see a hawkon a bough at field's edgebeyond the corner you should have turnedmaybe it's a sign to go on.Such as during an improvisation onFlamin..
The Master Algorithm

The Master Algorithm

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Some say the scientific methodIs the ultimate algorithm and othersPrefer prayer.For symbolists, all intelligence can be reduced to manipulating symbo..
Out of Emptiness

Out of Emptiness

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Out of emptiness comes this: Purposes as incomprehensible and wonderful as these purposes
Antifragility

Antifragility

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


In last night's movie, a young writerand an older, married with children French womanfall in love. They did not meet during a village massacreand mone..
Aging as a Spiritual Practice

Aging as a Spiritual Practice

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Beautiful summer day. You know you're gonna diethat's why you know no joy.Obsessed with self, there is no answerunless religion, tv, stories, sports m..
Exponential Decay Function

Exponential Decay Function

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Spring is in its prime againeach leaf beautifulmuch is ediblebirds and peepers are musical at dawn.The days walk slowlytoward Utah and Italy.My left n..