May 2012
105 posts
April 2012
91 posts
Walking Around
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie houses dried up, waterproof, like a swan made of felt steering my way in a water of wombs and ashes. The smell of barbershops makes me break into hoarse sobs. The only thing I want is to lie still like stones or wool. The only thing I want is to see no more stores, no gardens, no more goods, no...
knowing others is intelligence; knowing yourself is true wisdom. mastering...
– lao tzu, tao te ching
each morning when I open my eyes I say to myself: i, not events, have the power...
– groucho marx
play! invent the world! invent reality!
– vladimir nabokov
coincidence
Coincidence. Perhaps coincidence Explains it all. Why look far out, in deep For mystical solutions to make sense Of how a dream disturbed more than my sleep— A dream in which you sat bolt upright on A Windsor chair and wore a long blue dress (Ornamented with a white chiffon) And on your visage bore a dark distress And said your dog was dead? When I awoke, I thought the dream an impetus to phone,...
gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those...
– john milton