Wednesday, April 27, 2016

"I've seen you watching people

walking through this world
seen what they do to try and make it through each day.
Don't be alarmed there's something
out there waiting just for you someday.

from Everybody Cries
as performed by Jim Cuddy

Sunday, April 17, 2016

“Where, as again Vaughan writes, the liberated soul ascends, looking at the sunset towards the west wind, and hearing secret harmonies.” 

from Temporary Kings
by Anthoney Powell

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

“There was still distance to travel, but I was on the way to drawing level with Mr. Deacon, as a fellow grown-up, himself no longer a figment of memory from childhood, but visible proof that life had existed in much the same way before I had begun to any serious extent to take part; and would, without doubt, continue to prevail long after he and I had ceased to participate.” 

from A Buyer's Market
by Anthony Powell

Saturday, April 9, 2016

"By words the mind is winged."

from The Birds
 by Aristophanes 

Friday, April 8, 2016

"Centuries are nothing but what we make of them, 
figments of the rage for order."

from intro, interzone The 4th Anthology
by John Clute

"We seek to stay in the present, even as the ghosts 
attempt to draw us away. Our father manning the
loom of eternal return. Our mother wandering towards 
paradise, releasing the thread."

from M Train
by Patti Smith

Thursday, April 7, 2016

I see trees of green, 
red roses too. 
I see them bloom, 
for me and you. 
And I think to myself,
what a wonderful world. 

I see skies of blue, 
And clouds of white. 
The bright blessed day, 
The dark sacred night. 
And I think to myself, 
What a wonderful world. 

The colors of the rainbow, 
So pretty in the sky. 
Are also on the faces, 
Of people going by, 
I see friends shaking hands. 
Saying, "How do you do?" 
They're really saying, 
"I love you". 

I hear babies cry, 
I watch them grow, 
They'll learn much more, 
Than I'll ever know. 
And I think to myself, 
What a wonderful world. 

Yes, I think to myself, 
What a wonderful world. 

Oh yeah.

Monday, April 4, 2016

Old and New

“Spring was moving in the air above and in the earth below 
and around him, penetrating even his dark and lowly little house 
with its spirit of divine discontent and longing.” 

from The Wind in Wllows
by Kenneth Grahame

Calgary April 3, 2016

Friday, April 1, 2016

"Sometimes dreams are wiser than waking."

Black Elk, Oglala Lakota, Sioux, Medicine Man,
a second cousin of Crazy Horse