Woke up thinking about Toni Morrison’s novel Paradise. This excerpt. Only the brilliant Toni Morrison can put it this way…brilliant because she says it however she wants to say it…
Here:
Let me tell you about love, that silly word you believe is about whether you like somebody or whether somebody likes you or whether you can put up with somebody in order to get something or someplace you want or you believe it has to do with how your body responds to another body like robins or bison or maybe you believe love is how forces or nature or luck is benign to you in particular not maiming or killing you but if ... read more »
Tagged books, love, toni morrison, writing
Took this photo while walking home the other night. This boutique flowershop always draws me in…as if there is an unfinished story in the plants and flowers…and if I stayed just long enough I might hear it to the end this one time.
“Sara Kendell once read somewhere that the tale of the world is like a tree. The tale, she understood, did not so much mean the niggling occurrences of daily life. Rather it encompassed the grand stories that caused some change in the world and were remembered in ensuing years as, if not histories, at least folktales and myths. [...]
Though in later years she never could remember ... read more »
Tagged books, charles de lint, color, photography, stories, tree
April 17th.
Our love for cities and others is often a love with our own imagination. Stories demand integrity regardless of what is true. The perpetual war is against love because the constant fight is within. Sometimes the only justice is knowing how things really are.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
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Here I am again. New York City.
Our flight from Rome had a layover at Heathrow airport in London before arriving to John F. Kennedy International (J.F.K.) in New York. The flight from London ... read more »
Tagged books, choices, life, nyc, questions, relating, travel
April 3rd.
Rome, Italy.
Born in the eye of the night. Time travel. “You don’t alter the past; you fulfill it.” ~ J. Richard Gott.
If you would like to know what Still Sundays is about, please take a quick gander here and just read the third paragraph. Thanks.
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Some winters are a glacier of many accumulated winters. Such a winter is a slowly moving mass until it avalanches into a spring you no longer even await. These tyrannical winters endure so persistently that anything blossoming feels unfamiliar: you can’t even recall it was really you who won the brawl against the ... read more »
Tagged books, choices, Einstein, italy, J. Richard Gott, life, questions, travel
I decided it was only fitting to share some quotes from The Moon and Sixpence by W. Somerset Maugham after I wrote about my ‘small’ journey “back to the Moon and Sixpence“.
“Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It ... read more »
Tagged art, beauty, books, ficiton, life, nostalgia, seekfindseek, W. Somerset Maugham, writing
