Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Posted by bulletholes at 7:09 AM
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
"To fall in love. Does it occur suddenly or gradually? If gradually, when is the moment "already"? I would fall in love with a monkey made of rags. With a plywood squirrel. With a botanical atlas. With an oriole. With a ferret. With a marten in a picture. With the forest one sees to the right when riding in a cart to Jaszuny. With a poem by a little-known poet. With human beings whose names still move me. And always the object of love was enveloped in erotic fantasy or was submitted, as in Stendhal, to a "crystallization," so it is frightful to think of that object as it was, naked among the naked things, and of the fairy tales about it one invents. Yes, I was often in love with something or someone. Yet falling in love is not the same as being able to love. That is something different."
- Czesław Miłosz
Posted by bulletholes at 9:33 AM
Monday, February 24, 2014
I broke my shoulder a long time ago. It swelled up immediately, while my body went into shock and I threw up. I looked over on my shoulder and there was a bump about the size of my fist. My buddy came running over.
“Dude! You're going to have to go to the emergency room!” he said.
I looked at the big bump again. Now its about half the size of my head.
I said “The emergency room? I don’t think so. Lets wait a minute, maybe it will go away.”
He just cracked up. “Dude, that’s NOT going away!”
Posted by bulletholes at 1:00 PM
Saturday, February 22, 2014
"I was sitting with a zen monk and I couldn’t stop looking out the window in front of me.
“Why are you looking out the window,” he asked, “concentrate on your posture.”
I tried to bring my attention back to my posture but I soon found myself drawn outwards again to the window in front of me.
Smiling, he asked me “Are you a a writer?”
“I feel so sorry for you,” he said laughing."
Luke Storms @ Crashingly Beautiful
Posted by bulletholes at 7:29 AM
Thursday, February 20, 2014
― Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek
Image~Fyodor Chaliapin as Eryomka in Serov’s opera The Power of Evil, Moscow 1916.
Posted by bulletholes at 5:31 PM
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
"For once, I hardly noticed what I ate
(salmon and broccoli and Saint-Véran).
My elbow twitched like jumping beans; sweat ran
into my shirtsleeves. Could I concentrate
on anything but your leg against mine
under the table? It was difficult,
but I impersonated an adult
looking at you, and knocking back the wine.
Now that we both want to know what we want,
now that we both want to know what we know,
it still behooves us to know what to do:
be circumspect, be generous, be brave,
be honest, be together, and behave.
At least I didn't get white sauce down my front."
"Runways Café II" by Marilyn Hacker
Posted by bulletholes at 9:00 AM
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Are we grateful for our deepening relationship with a Higher Power? Do we remember to thank God for each day clean, no matter what has happened that day? Do we remember that, no matter how deep our despair or how great our joy, the God of our understanding is with us?”
From “Just for Today” Daily Meditation, back, oh, a couple weeks ago.
Image~ Somewhere above Rio de Janeiro
Posted by bulletholes at 12:26 PM
Monday, February 17, 2014
“I can’t see you, but I know you’re here. I feel it. You've been hanging around since I got here. I wish I could see your face. Just look into your eyes and tell you how good it is to be here. Just to touch something. See that’s cold; that feels good. Or to smoke. Have coffee. Or if you do it together, that’s fantastic. Or to draw. You know, you take a pencil and you make a dark line, then you make a light line and together it’s a good line. Or when your hands are cold and you rub them together. See that’s good, that feels good. There’s so many good things, but you’re not here. I’m here. I wish you were here. I wish you could talk to me…cuz I’m a friend.”
—Peter Falk’s character communicating with an angel in Wim Wenders remarkable film, Wings of Desire.
Posted by bulletholes at 8:58 PM
Sunday, February 16, 2014
"I thought I am seeing some lot of very happy people. They deserved to win."
Vladislov Tretiak, Russian goalie from the 1980 Russian team, when asked what thoughts were going through his head while the Americans celebrated their upset victory at Lake Placid.
Sounds like a really nice guy to me.
I'm not buying it anymore.
Posted by bulletholes at 6:34 PM
Friday, February 14, 2014
Dorothy: "...if I ever go looking for my heart's desire again, I won't look any further than my own backyard,
because if it isn't there, I never really lost it to begin with. Is that right?"
Glinda: "That's all it is!"
Scarecrow: "But that's so easy! I should have thought of it for you."
Tin Man: "I should have felt it in my heart."
Posted by bulletholes at 6:35 PM