" ::ahem::
births and winter, white weddings in june
shadow in sunlight, champagne at new year's, and the ascension of hot air balloons.
a world which teems with mystery although it's people grow bored
of course, Death and taxes, which one can't ignore.
Gravity's pull bringing autumn leaves to the ground
Time catching up to a globe spinning down.
atomic clocks, empty post boxes and hallway coat hooks and plates,
European trains leaving their stations late.
Divine Truth etched on the hearts of all men,
inner turmoil engendered by all philosophies Zen,
old-timers sitting remembering 'when,'
espresso stains on a cafe apron,
and the inevitable existence of inkless bank pens.
::pause::
but... my knowledge of you is not Certain, ever-increasing through the days, each new revelation endearing to me your delightfully curious ways.
::bow, exeunt:: "
Listening to: Bright Eyes Cassadaga "I Must Belong Somewhere"
about
pericopes
"Listen," I told him. "Don't be so tough so early in the morning. I'm sure you've cut plenty of people's throats. I haven't even had my coffee yet."
Ernest Hemingway To Have and Have Not
"The man who says something cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it."
Chinese Proverb ??
"Well, poetry has been erotic, or amative, or something of that sort -- at least a vast deal of it has -- ever since it stopped being epic."
Helen Deutsch Death, Desire, and translation: on the poetry of Propertius
Ernest Hemingway To Have and Have Not
"The man who says something cannot be done should not interrupt the person doing it."
Chinese Proverb ??
"Well, poetry has been erotic, or amative, or something of that sort -- at least a vast deal of it has -- ever since it stopped being epic."
Helen Deutsch Death, Desire, and translation: on the poetry of Propertius
"A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: 'There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy, and the tired.'"
F. Scott Fitzgerald The Great Gatsby
"What new mystery is this? What blessed backwardness? The Immeasurable One is held and does not resist! Struck by wicked words and the foolish fists of senseless men, the Almighty One does not defend."
mewithoutYou A Glass Can Only Spill What It Contains
"I like your Christ. I do not like your christians. Your christians are so unlike your Christ." Mahatma Gandhi
"The writer concerned more with technique than truth becomes a technician, not an artist...why do I write? I write to entertain my friends and to exasperate our enemies. To unfold the folded lie, to record the truth of our time, and, of course, to promote esthetic bliss." Ed Abbey
2 comments:
nice. i was listening to chopin when i was reading this - it fit :-]
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