The Trampleasure family is planning two memorial services for friends and family. The main service will be on Sunday, December 2nd at 1:30 at the Unitarian Universalist Church of Berkeley (in Kensington). We will post more details of this event soon, but wanted people to know to save the date. We are holding a smaller, … Bill’s Memorial Service(s) — hold the date
Cafe Ariel, 12/28/92 Dear All, My life has been a slow unfolding of the last gift I received from my Father. On his death bed one day in 1952 he told me that “second wind always comes”. He was speaking specifically to cross-country running. But as I have persevered on my sometimes soaring, sometimes stuttering … on second winds
love is what matters love is what counts win, lose or draw it’s love that amounts to something to everything to all in this life so let’s live and let love * * * here and now we love and live or here and now we die no far, fair land no time sublime beneath some cloudless … Three poems about love
There is mystery in life And the myth trees that we grow can go only so far to set our dark aglow but the candle born in me and the candle born in you may be just the touches needed to torch some pilgrim’s view go and glow, touch and torch there is mystery in … There is mystery in life
I am Bill I am growing I love you all, that I’m knowing and beyond that there is mystery and hope you are each quite like me yet very differently with your own special ways to grow and grope So I’ll try again, my friends, to watch my mouth, my means and ends, as we … I am Bill…
Golden Tree, December 12, 2010 there is a glorious golden tree still so alive for me these many years since first I glimpsed its shimmering, glimmering glory that I know it will glow and grow ever so long after all the leaves fall long after all the trees fall long after all This poem has … Golden Tree
Bill wrote this poem “it must have been in the 60’s.” I recorded him reading it in 2008, then added the images to create this video.
Bill distributed these four poems on a flier in March of 1991. His introductions are in above each. Dear friends, Poetry has been good for me lately. This first day of spring seems right for collecting a few and sharing them with some of you. I owe some of you written copies of one or … Four Poems — distributed 3-20-1991
I retired April 1st [1990]. For years I planned to begin retirement with a walking bridge between the world of work and a world beyond work. I would push a mail cart from San Francisco to the United Nations in support of peace and the U.N., from April 25 to October 24. But on April … Retirement and Unretirement (An April 1st Tale) 1990
Ogunquit, 11-6-1993 The museum is closed, winterized. Benches and some of the sculpture garden critters are wrapped snugly in blue plastic, cocoons, hibernating until spring, with here and there a head, tail or toenail showing. Some statues, pieces of scupture, have been released from their concrete anchorages and hidden away somewhere in deeper hibernation. The … Five Ogunquit Poems, 1993