Will Miller
Will Miller
Will Milleris an American rower. He is a five time US National Team Member and competed in the Men's eight event at the 2012 Summer Olympics placing 4th. He grew up in Duxbury, MA and received his undergraduate degree from Northeastern University in Boston, MA. He currently resides in San Francisco, CA. His father, Bill Miller, was also a US Olympic rower...
running blood rivers
I too love everything that flows: rivers, sewers, lava, semen, blood, bile, words, sentences. I love the amniotic fluid when it spills out of the bag. I love the kidney with it’s painful gall-stones, it’s gravel and what-not; I love the urine that pours out scalding and the clap that runs endlessly; I love the words of hysterics and the sentences that flow on like dysentery and mirror all the sick images of the soul...
stars dancing flesh
We are dancing in the hollow of nothingness. We are one flesh, but separated like stars.
christian jesus faithful
Were there a Christian so faithful to his God as I was to her we would all be Jesus Christ today.
writing lines action
I have made a silent compact with myself not to change a line of what I write. I am not interested in perfecting my thoughts, nor my actions.
reality destiny suffering
It is our destiny to live with the wrong as well as the right kind of citizens, and to learn from them, the wrong-minded ones, as much or more as from others. If we have not yet succeeded -after how many centuries?- in eliminating from life the elements which plague us perhaps we need to question life more closely. Perhaps our refusal to face reality is the only ill we suffer from, and all the rest but illusion and delusion. (p.26)
mother stars lying
I am thinking of one woman and the rest is blotto. I say I am thinking of her, but the truth is I am dying a stellar death. I am lying there like a sick star waiting for the light to go out. Years ago I lay on this same bed and I waited and waited to be born. Nothing happened. Except that my mother, in her Lutheran rage, threw a bucket of water over me. My mother, poor imbecile that she was, thought I was lazy. She didn't know that I had gotten caught in the stellar drift, that I was being pulverized to a black extinction out there in the farthest rim of the universe.
swim void planets
Your nearness is the nearness of planets. I am the void between you. If I withdraw there will be no void for you to swim in.
teacher hero heart
Who but the artist has the power to open man up, to set free the imagination? The others - priest, teacher, saint, statesman, warrior - hold us to the path of history. They keep us chained to the rock, that the vultures may eat out our hearts. It is the artist who has the courage to go against the crowd; he is the unrecognized "hero of our time" - and of all time.
despair world without-hope
A world without hope, but no despair
Better to separate than never to marry.
letting-go spring struggle
Things happen or they don't happen, that's all. Nothing is accomplished by sweat and struggle. Nearly everything which we call life is just insomnia, an agony because we've lost the habit of falling asleep. We don't know how to let go. We're like a Jack-in-the-box perched on top of a spring and the more we struggle the harder it is to get back in the box.
goal life-is life-goal
The goal of life is not to possess power but to radiate it.
men feels-just crooks
I felt free and chained at the same time - like one feels just before election, when all the crooks have been nominated and you are beseeched to vote for the right man.
men stories endless
Man, as man, has never realized himself. The greater part of him, his potential being, has always been submerged. What is history if not the endless story of his repeated failures?