Alex Patriquin

Marginalia & found poetry. Short fiction and other projects. Musings  on startups. Photos from NYC and travels.


Perchance in this wild spot there will be laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed,
Or waked to ecstasy of the living lyre.

"Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard" by Thomas Gray, as quoted by Henry David Thoreau in "Ktaadn, The Maine Woods"