Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men-go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers or families-re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.
walt whitman
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Michael Caine
Elliot: For all my education, accomplishments and so-called wisdom, I can't fathom my own heart.
hannah and her sisters
hannah and her sisters
Friday, October 17, 2008
somewhere i have never traveled
somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Uses and Disadvantages of History for Life
“A human being may well ask an animal, ‘Why do you not speak to me of your happiness but only stand and gaze and me?’ The animal would like to answer and say, ‘The reason is I always forget what I was going to say,’ but then he forgot that answer too, and stayed silent.”
The Uses and Disadvantages of History for Life Nietzsche
The Uses and Disadvantages of History for Life Nietzsche
Monday, October 13, 2008
Gloomy Planets
I don't blame it on the front row
don't blame it on them ruin class
cause i know they stay
don't blame it on the signals
don't blame it on the logbooks
cause i know they stray
like all the cars in new york
like all the lights on new year
like all these gloomy planets
you know they stay
anyway
notwist
don't blame it on them ruin class
cause i know they stay
don't blame it on the signals
don't blame it on the logbooks
cause i know they stray
like all the cars in new york
like all the lights on new year
like all these gloomy planets
you know they stay
anyway
notwist
Sunday, October 05, 2008
My Blueberry Nights
Dear Jeremy,
In the last few days I've been learning how to not trust people. And I'm glad I failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more.
Elizabeth
In the last few days I've been learning how to not trust people. And I'm glad I failed. Sometimes we depend on other people as a mirror to define us and tell us who we are. And each reflection makes me like myself a little more.
Elizabeth
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Cyrano de Bergerac
... but sing, dream, laugh,
move on, be alone, have a choice,
have a watchful eye and a powerful voice,
wear my hat awry, fight for a poem if I like
and perhaps even die
Never care about fame or fortune and even travel
to the moon
Triumph by chance on my own merit
Refuse to be the clinging ivy nor even
the oak or the lime.
Perhaps I'll not get far
But I'll get there alone.
move on, be alone, have a choice,
have a watchful eye and a powerful voice,
wear my hat awry, fight for a poem if I like
and perhaps even die
Never care about fame or fortune and even travel
to the moon
Triumph by chance on my own merit
Refuse to be the clinging ivy nor even
the oak or the lime.
Perhaps I'll not get far
But I'll get there alone.
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