“I had drunk so deeply of grief and innocently gambled so hard with fate and irony that a special kind of vision was gathering in my eyes, not entirely clear just yet. This was the same look people saw in… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
We live in a kind of dark age, craftily lit with synthetic light, so that no one can tell how dark it has really… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
“Humans are amazing ritual animals, and it must be understood that the Tzutujil, nor any other real intact people, do not 'practice' rituals. Just… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
“Turn that worthless lawn into a beautiful garden of food whose seeds are stories sown, whose foods are living origins. Grow a garden on… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
God must be a smell, one of those delicious dreamy aromas that float into the soul on the warm hopeful days of spring. What… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
“I had drunk so deeply of grief and innocently gambled so hard with fate and irony that a special kind of vision was gathering… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
That's what makes you a human being---that willingness to sing another one free. — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
“Is it not a magical thing, this life, when just a little ash, cinder, and unclear water can arrange themselves into a beautiful old… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
When we first meet what we love, we could become poets for our longing. When we are removed from what we love, we become… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
“After all, a kiss between real lovers is not some type of contract, a neatly defined moment of pleasure, something obtained by greedy conquest,… — Martin Prechtel Copy Share Image
