I've been thinking of Ray Bradbury since his passing - well, actually
since the day before his passing and feeling inspired to write my first
'Dandelion Wine' summer count of the season - a gratitude habit I've
gotten into since reading his novel of the same name a couple summers
ago. Today I remembered I'd written a piece about him on my blog a
couple years ago. Being the week of his leaving us, I decided to post it - if only to remind myself.
Expect the unexpected.
Thank you, Ray Bradbury and Mr. Electro.
click on link: http://tizitl.blogspot.com/search?q=ray+bradbury
Friday, June 8, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Dandelion Wine Summer Count
June 3rd - first fireflies
courting the light in darkness
beneath the full moon
luminescent sparks
an old man counts his summers
fireflies flashing by
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Here's to Now - by Ugly Cassanova / Modest Mouse
Here's to now
Here's to now
Actually, I was thinking
Said everything out loud
'Cause apricot seeds carry arsenic
That we don't worry about
Sitting on your doorstep
Waiting for you to come home or come out
Well apple seeds have cyanide
That we don't care about
So here's to now
Here's to now
Buildings built sturdy
Rolled up and every time
And as bees get aged and the bellies get to sag
Well the people fall right out
Pride is really falling
I'm proud that I'm not proud
And as the people get aged and the bellies get sagged
Well their instincts all fall out
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
The bus boy's younger brother
When he drinks he talks too much
He seemed normal to me
But at quarter to three
Well I could see he was a little bit touched
Actually, I was thinking
Said everything out loud
'Cause apricot seeds carry arsenic
That we don't care about
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Actually, I was thinking
Said everything out loud
Well actually I was thinking
So here's to right now
Here's to right now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Actually, I was thinking
Said everything out loud
'Cause apricot seeds carry arsenic
That we don't worry about
Sitting on your doorstep
Waiting for you to come home or come out
Well apple seeds have cyanide
That we don't care about
So here's to now
Here's to now
Buildings built sturdy
Rolled up and every time
And as bees get aged and the bellies get to sag
Well the people fall right out
Pride is really falling
I'm proud that I'm not proud
And as the people get aged and the bellies get sagged
Well their instincts all fall out
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
The bus boy's younger brother
When he drinks he talks too much
He seemed normal to me
But at quarter to three
Well I could see he was a little bit touched
Actually, I was thinking
Said everything out loud
'Cause apricot seeds carry arsenic
That we don't care about
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Actually, I was thinking
Said everything out loud
Well actually I was thinking
So here's to right now
Here's to right now
Here's to now
Here's to now
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
"The First Man in the World to Crawl Up Kilimanjaro"
Frustrated ever? Obstacles to navigate? What seems like a looming mountain ahead? Come meet Kyle Maynard - a 25 yr old hero of mine.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Funambulism Over Niagara
Reminder
Keep it in perspective.
Don't look down.
Keep your sight immediately in front of you.
Trust your feet.
Keep on friendly terms with gravity.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
La Belle et la Bete
The final ecstatic scene from Jean Cocteau's 1946 La Belle et la Bete [Beauty and the Beast] along with the Philip Glass opera of the same.
Monday, February 13, 2012
Message from Uncle Walt
"I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul,
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue."
~ Walt Whitman - Song of Myself
The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me,
The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue."
~ Walt Whitman - Song of Myself
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Saturday, January 21, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Old Man River
From the brave and great Paul Robeson; the lyrics changed as he got older and the world around him, too. This was among his last concerts in Europe after his 10 yr fight for his right to freely travel was returned to him by the US Supreme Court. Anyone as hated and feared as he was has got to be worth looking into, eh?
A chill ran up me when I heard him singing these last lines:
"But I keeps laughin'
instead of cryin' -
I must keep fightin'
until I'm dyin' -
And Old Man River
He'll just keep rollin' along."
A chill ran up me when I heard him singing these last lines:
"But I keeps laughin'
instead of cryin' -
I must keep fightin'
until I'm dyin' -
And Old Man River
He'll just keep rollin' along."
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Saturday, December 17, 2011
Paying Attention
"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]
- Susan Sontag
[photo of a sundog, seen by paying attention and looking up]
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
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