Apr 29, 2019
Thoughts
When social justice is ephemeral, rage will burn. This is the lesson of human history, in every culture, in all people. It cannot be denied, for thousands of books and stories tell the same tale. People say they don't understand. Some don't understand. I can only say, how not.--Writing Notebook, 2013
Apr 28, 2019
Meaning is always subjective
“Meaning is primarily a subjective psychological experience. A smart person is more likely than the next person to be aware of its absence and to be affected by its absence. He is more likely to get bored, to experience meaninglessness, to begin to see the extent to which neither his society nor the universe are built to satisfy his meaning needs, and to then hunt for soothing or exciting meaning substitutes that ultimately reduce his freedom. Meaning is a smart person's most difficult challenge.”
― Eric Maisel
― Eric Maisel
Apr 24, 2019
Widowhood
“That I was sleeping at a time when my husband was dying is so horrible a thought, I can’t confront it.”
― Joyce Carol Oates, A Widow's Story
(But I was just so frigging tired...)
― Joyce Carol Oates, A Widow's Story
(But I was just so frigging tired...)
Apr 10, 2019
My goal is THIS.
“I know there are days when even one single positive thought feels like too much effort, but you must develop an unconditional love for life. You must never lose your childish curiosity for the possibilities in every single day. Who you can be, what you can see, what you can feel and where it can lead you. Be in love with your life, everything about it. The sadness and the joys, the struggles and the lessons, your flaws and strengths, what you lose and what you gain.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
Apr 9, 2019
Very busy writing...
The sensation of writing a book is the sensation of spinning, blinded by love and daring. Annie Dillard (photo Francesca Woodman)
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 5, 2019
Favorite Quote
“There comes a time in everyone's life where if you have intellectual curiosity and an inquisitive mind, you assess the prejudices learned from family and the environment in which you've grown up in — and make a decision to either reject it, or take comfort in remaining ignorant.”
― Bill Madden
― Bill Madden
Apr 2, 2019
Quote by Graham Joyce
When people die they leave behind tiny deposits, like dust or ash, littering the lives of those who have to carry on. Impossible to wipe a house clean. Memories dwelled in cobweb places behind wardrobes and between cupboards; they hide behind radiators; they urged on shelves; like slivers of shattered glass, they waited for their moment to lodge deep in any vulnerable expanse of passing skin.
from Requiem
by Graham Joyce (1954-2014)
from Requiem
by Graham Joyce (1954-2014)
Apr 1, 2019
Choose Something Like a Star
O Star (the fairest one in sight),
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
We grant your loftiness the right
To some obscurity of cloud
It will not do to say of night,
Since dark is what brings out your light.
Some mystery becomes the proud.
But to be wholly taciturn
In your reserve is not allowed.
Say something to us we can learn
By heart and when alone repeat.
Say something! And it says "I burn."
But say with what degree of heat.
Talk Fahrenheit, talk Centigrade.
Use language we can comprehend.
Tell us what elements you blend.
It gives us strangely little aid,
But does tell something in the end.
And steadfast as Keats' Eremite,
Not even stooping from its sphere,
It asks a little of us here.
It asks of us a certain height,
So when at times the mob is swayed
To carry praise or blame too far,
We may choose something like a star
To stay our minds on and be staid.
Robert Frost
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