August 14th.
“The present is the whole of the past concentrated.” ~ Iqbal; Bernard Shaw on Tolstoy’s “What is Art”?; opinions about opinions; Anders, the homeless man in London, on books.
I awoke this Sunday morning in some rainforest. The rain, glossy chandeliers, was falling without crashing. It took me a minute to realize I was in New York City.
It was nice to take a break from putting thoughts on the braille made of words last Sunday. Does Stillness too take a break? No, I don’t think so. We do. It’s hard to swim in peace: no sharks of conflict that actually bite, no shore of tomorrow, no ship of yesterday, how long ... read more »
Tagged art, books, choices, life, politics, questions, relating, tolstoy, travel, wanderlust
An old Czech proverb: He who looks, finds. Loretta from AT&T. Bridges are made for crossing. “Lies About Love” by D.H. Lawrence.
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I just lost everything I had written.
For the second time.
The first time was very early in the morning—the wake-up sky was still coddling the night—when I decided to not actually write down the thoughts that were downloading through Stillness. I was a sleepyhead in awe of the magnitude of Stillness looking out my window on equally sleepy Prague streets. But streets in Prague are always sleepy, waking up from a different time.
I had enjoyed the iceskateflow of thoughts zigzagging harmoniously, words leading an orchestra of thoughts in some ... read more »
Tagged choices, d.h. lawrence, life, prague, questions, relating, travel, wanderlust
It’s Sunday morning and I am writing from a small village near the Sovinec Castle. Owl’s Nest. That’s what Sovinec means in Czech. Sovinec is near a city called Olomouc. Yesterday we first traveled two and a half hours southeast of Prague to Brno and then north to Olomouc. We are quite east of Prague now. Olomouc is made of agricultural landscape where the sky is a moody painter and the earth is a palette. Capture that, lens. Feeling is a lens.
Usually when I write on Sunday mornings I feel Stillness offers Christmas presents for unwrapping—let’s see what’s under that tree of thought that grew so tall in one week? Some Sunday mornings I indeed ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, life, questions, relating, travel, wanderlust
In many ways I am finished.
I printed out my so called “creative clutter,” the Tuesday’s stories categorized under Tuesday’s Torrent and Fluck Tuesdays, and stared at the pages without reading. 160 pages of short narrative fiction. I wrote all of that in one year. That is a lot of Tuesdays. Approximately thirty-eight stories, I believe.
Today I re-read a paragraph from a story that I randomly picked. I couldn’t believe I had written it. This was neither a judgment of it being good nor bad. I was absolutely removed from what I was reading. I literally couldn’t believe I had thought these sentences that all went together and belonged to certain characters who wanted to ... read more »
Tagged art, authors, charles baxter, process of writing, sy safransky, travel, wanderlust, words
May 1st.
“Our job as creatives is to give poeple what they didn’t even know they wanted.” ~ Tyler Weaver; “rocking a doll is not a spoken truth, it just is…” ~ from a reader; you will never have some answers; “Language alone protects us from the scariness of things with no names.” ~ Toni Morrison
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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Hello, May. Will you be full of maybes?
Maybe.
Whether or not spring is here in a manner we desire—less rain and more sun or less breeze and ... read more »
Tagged art, choices, life, marco rojas, toni morrison, wanderlust, words
