"Do stuff. Be clenched, curious. Not waiting for inspiration's shove or society's kiss on the forehead. Pay attention. It's all about paying attention. Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager."
- Susan Sontag
[photo of a sundog, seen by paying attention and looking up]
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
'Zombieland' - T-Bone Burnett
Accentuate the positive
Destroy all the negatives
We're gonna stomp that devil beat in zombieland
Saturday, October 1, 2011
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised
Occupy Wall Street -
Been watching this groundswell over the last couple of weeks. "The revolution will not be televised" [Gil Scott Heron], but the internet? - well, that's a whole 'nuther kettle of fish.
It's not going away - the genie won't go back into the bottle.
It's on.
https://occupywallst.org/
Final scene from: 'The Great Dictator' (1940) - Charlie Chaplin
Been watching this groundswell over the last couple of weeks. "The revolution will not be televised" [Gil Scott Heron], but the internet? - well, that's a whole 'nuther kettle of fish.
It's not going away - the genie won't go back into the bottle.
It's on.
https://occupywallst.org/
Final scene from: 'The Great Dictator' (1940) - Charlie Chaplin
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Sunflower Field ~ September Afternoon ~ Remembering Who We Are
From the movie 'Harold and Maude':
Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they're not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are 'this', [she points to a daisy] yet allow themselves be treated as 'that'. [she gestures to a field of daisies].
[cut to a shot of a field of gravestones in a military cemetery]
Maude: I should like to change into a sunflower most of all. They're so tall and simple. What flower would you like to be?
Harold: I don't know. One of these, maybe.
Maude: Why do you say that?
Harold: Because they're all alike.
Maude: Oooh, but they're not. Look. See, some are smaller, some are fatter, some grow to the left, some to the right, some even have lost some petals. All kinds of observable differences. You see, Harold, I feel that much of the world's sorrow comes from people who are 'this', [she points to a daisy] yet allow themselves be treated as 'that'. [she gestures to a field of daisies].
[cut to a shot of a field of gravestones in a military cemetery]
Monday, September 5, 2011
Monday, August 15, 2011
Obsessive-Compulsive - Hah! It's not always a disorder.
"Don't bend; don't water it down; don't try to make it logical; don't edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsession mercilessly."
- Franz Kafka
- Franz Kafka
Saturday, August 13, 2011
THE JOURNEY by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its still fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Dandelion Wine Summer Count Haiku
two rabbit morning:
white tails dashing under brush -
a good day to live
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final raspberries
summer sun distilled deep red
sweetest juice is last
white tails dashing under brush -
a good day to live
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final raspberries
summer sun distilled deep red
sweetest juice is last
Questions & Answers
The poet in the child is crippled, I think, when the child is conditioned to expect an answer whenever there is a question.
Miller Williams
Making a Poem
Miller Williams
Making a Poem
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Monday, June 27, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
For the Grandfathers, Fathers & Sons
Sons and Fathers
He carried you on his shoulders
Always remember this:
He offered you his back
To climb upon
So that you could see farther
Than he would ever see
As it should be
Pass it on
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Fathers and Sons
He sees a horizon
That we can only imagine
Lifted by his Father
He stands on strong ancestral shoulders
He is a good man
A strong man --
Your son
He rises
He carried you on his shoulders
Always remember this:
He offered you his back
To climb upon
So that you could see farther
Than he would ever see
As it should be
Pass it on
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Fathers and Sons
He sees a horizon
That we can only imagine
Lifted by his Father
He stands on strong ancestral shoulders
He is a good man
A strong man --
Your son
He rises
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