12 February 2017



I want to love 

One woman for
The longest that any man
Has ever loved one woman


But I will fail hopelessly
[…] 

So I want to be
The man who fails
Most frequently
And most beautifully


At everything
I do
Matthew Lippman, from “The Man Who Fails Most Frequently and Beautifully,”

16 January 2017








I have to tell you what I've learned, that I know now
what happens to the dreamers.
They don't feel it when they change. One day
they wake, they dress, they are old.


 - Louise Glück

01 January 2017

 


“If I were fire, I would burn; if I were a woodcutter, I would strike. But I am a heart, and I love.” 

― Nikos Kazantzakis, The Last Temptation of Christ





31 December 2016





Good Bye 2016.  Never forget.  Dream on.

For broken dreams, the cure is, dream again and deeper. 
C.S. Lewis // Dymer, Canto 6.24 



Be careful who you make memories with. Those things can last a lifetime. 
Ugo Eze 




 
it is a serious thing

just to be alive
    on this fresh morning
                                      in this broken world.
 Mary Oliver, from “Invitation,” Red Bird: Poems



06 November 2016



When I die, I will see the lining of the world.
The other side, beyond bird, mountain, sunset.
The true meaning, ready to be decoded.
What never added up will add Up, 
What was incomprehensible will be comprehended.
 - And if there is no lining to the world? 
If a thrush on a branch is not a sign, 
But just a thrush on the branch? If night and day
Make no sense following each other? 
And on this earth there is nothing except this earth? 
 - Even if that is so, there will remain
A word wakened by lips that perish, 
A tireless messenger who runs and runs
Through interstellar fields, through the revolving galaxies,
And calls out, protests, screams. 


 - Czesław Miłosz

30 October 2016


“There was a critic a while back who wrote that my pictures didn’t have any beginning or any end. He didn’t mean it as a compliment, but it was.”

Jackson Pollock





Allegro 

 from The Half-Finished Heaven
 written in 1962:

“I play Haydn after a black day
and feel a simple warmth in my hands.

The keys are willing. Soft hammers strike.
The resonance green, lively and calm.

The music says freedom exists
and someone doesn't pay the emperor tax.

I push down my hands in my Haydnpockets
and imitate a person looking on the world calmly.

I hoist the Haydnflag - it signifies:
“We don't give in. But want peace.”

The music is a glass-house on the slope
where the stones fly, the stones roll.

And the stones roll right through
but each pane stays whole."


Translated by Robin Fulton, New Collected Poems, Bloodaxe Books, 1997/2011)

24 October 2016









“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.” 

― Vincent van Gogh

23 October 2016

Garrison, NY
Looking out of the Barn


"It was one of those sumptuous days when the world is full of autumn muskiness and tangy, crisp perfection: vivid blue sky, deep green fields, leaves in a thousand luminous hues. It is a truly astounding sight when every tree in a landscape becomes individual, when each winding back highway and plump hillside is suddenly and infinitely splashed with every sharp shade that nature can bestow - flaming scarlet, lustrous gold, throbbing vermilion, fiery orange."

 - Bill Bryson
l'assommoir

20 October 2016







There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.
— Federico Fellini 



17 October 2016

"Your handwriting. The way you walk. Which china pattern you choose. It’s all giving you away. Everything you do shows your hand. Everything is a self-portrait. Everything is a diary.

— Chuck Palahniuk