Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
as the poems go into the thousands you
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
~ Charles Bukowski 1992
realize that you've created very
little.
it comes down to the rain, the sunlight,
the traffic, the nights and the days of the
years, the faces.
leaving this will be easier than living
it, typing one more line now as
a man plays a piano through the radio,
the best writers have said very
little
and the worst,
far too much.
~ Charles Bukowski 1992
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
Joyous cosmology
Of course, to say that life is just a gesture, an action without agent, recipient, or purpose, sounds much more empty and futile than joyous.
In the contrast world of ordinary consciousness man feels himself, as will, to be something in nature but not of it.
Sometimes the image of the physical world is not so much a dance of gestures as a woven texture. Light, sound, touch, taste, and smell become a continuous warp, with the feeling that the whole dimension of sensation is a single continuum or field. - Alan Watts
Of course, to say that life is just a gesture, an action without agent, recipient, or purpose, sounds much more empty and futile than joyous.
In the contrast world of ordinary consciousness man feels himself, as will, to be something in nature but not of it.
Sometimes the image of the physical world is not so much a dance of gestures as a woven texture. Light, sound, touch, taste, and smell become a continuous warp, with the feeling that the whole dimension of sensation is a single continuum or field. - Alan Watts
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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