James C. Henderson

James is a poet who lives with his lovely wife, Athena, in New Brighton, Minnesota.
13 articles written by James C. Henderson

You'd never know it/But buddy I'm a kind of poet/And I've got a lot of things I want to say/And if I'm gloomy, please listen to me/'Till it's all, all talked away

Johnny Mercer, from "One for My Baby"

The modern hero, the modern individual who dares to heed the call and seek the mansion of that presence with whom it is our whole destiny to be atoned, cannot, indeed must not, wait for his community to cast off its slough of pride, fear, rationalized avarice, and sanctified misunderstanding. It is not society that is to guide and save the creative hero, but precisely the reverse. And so every one of us shares the supreme ordeal—carries the cross of the redeemer—not in the bright moments of his tribe's great victories, but in the silences of his personal despair. 'Live,' Nietzsche tells us, 'as though the day were here.'

Joseph Campbell