Tuesday, April 13, 2010

the mourning lingers

burning bridges is not my form of trail blazing.....

to be understood

What makes one heroic?- going out to meet at the same time one's highest suffering and one's highest hope.

What does your conscience say?- "You shall become the person you are."

What is the seal of liberation?- No longer being ashamed in front of oneself.

Friday, April 9, 2010

The Artist's Reality

"sensuality is our index to reality.....and our notions of reality are known to be simply the registration of comparative degrees of pain and pleasure." -Rothko


two lines from that movie really stuck with me:

1. "hurt people, hurt people!"
2. "do you know how hard it is to learn to accept the life you didn't plan on living?"

this pretty much explains why i have no business dating and why i can suddenly bust into tears in line at the post office.

Book 3 #124

In the horizon of the infinite- We have left the land and have embarked. We have burned our bridges behind us-indeed, we have gone farther and destroyed the land behind us. Now, little ship, look out! Beside you is the ocean: to be sure, it does not always roar, and at times it lies spread out like silk and gold and reveries of graciousness. But hours will come when you will realize that it is infinite and that there is nothing more awesome than infinity. Oh, the poor bird that felt free and now strikes the walls of this cage! Woe, when you feel homesick for the land as if it had offered more freedom- and there is no longer any "land."

Sunday, April 4, 2010


two mason jars of wind falling into the river. i watched them float away until they tumbled over the dam. one lingered longer than the other, if i had chose to i could have easily retrieved it from across the bank......freedom has weight, and still it floats.