December 2008
12 posts
“Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a...”
– Wendell Berry, “A Standing Ground”
The Silence- Wendell Berry
What must a man do to be at home in the world?
There must be times when he is here
as though absent, gone beyond words into the woven shadows
of the grass and the flighty darknesses
of leaves shaking in the wind, and beyond
the sense of weariness of engines and of his own heart,
his wrongs grown old unforgiven. It must be with him
as though his bones fade beyond thought
into the shadows...
The wisdom of my grandfather
i don’t know a lot about human connection, but i do think that we’re like fish. A fish will quickly swim away if you’re outside of the water looking in, but when you’re in the water swimming alongside them, they don’t seem to mind at all.
the dress looks nice on you- Sufjan Stevens
“I can see a lot of life in you. I can see a lot of bright in you. And I think the dress looks nice on you. I can see a lot of life in you. “
Excerpts of East Coker by T.S. Eliot. Changed my...
“Do not let me hear
Of the wisdom of old men, but rather of their folly,
Their fear of fear and frenzy, their fear of possession,
Of belonging to another, or to others, or to God.
The only wisdom we can hope to acquire
Is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.”
-T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets, East Coker II
“And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,
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disheartened
clarity and wisdom seems to be more prominent in children; like somehow, our nature has hints of truth held in pockets of youth and retrieved only by those quick moments we forget our status in society, or our self image, or who we think we are. As if the unyielded truthfulness of a child gets watered down by adults in authority who “always know what’s best” and are...
For You- The Format
You were not quite half too proud when I found you broken on the beach Oh, remember how I poured salt on your tongue and hung just out of reach? And the band they played the homecoming theme as I caressed your cheek Oh that ragged, jagged melody, she still clings to me like a leach But that medal you wore on your chest always got in the way Like a little girl with a trophy so soft to buy her way...
liminality
lately, it’s been all facts, pure science.
No realizations, no grand epiphanies, no paradigm shifts, just… liminality. Victor Turner, an anthropologist, is the primary incorporator of that word in its contemporary applications, especially Literature. It’s defined as:
Liminality is a psychological, neurological, or metaphysical subjective, conscious state of being on the...
Sleeping Sickness- City and Colour
I awoke only to find my lungs empty, and through the night so it seems i’m done breathing, and now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be, and i’m breaking down, I think i’m breaking down. And i’m afraid to sleep because of what haunts me, such as living with the uncertainty, that i’ll never find the words to say which would completely explain, just how...
“If she [Justine] ever knew me at all she must later have discovered that for...”
– Lawrence Durrell, Justine