"I'm convinced that the negative has power. It lives. And if you allow it to perch in your house, in your mind, in your life, it can take you over. So when the rude or cruel thing is said—the lambasting, the gay bashing, the hate—I say, 'Take it all out of my house!' Those negative words climb into the woodwork and into the furniture, and the next thing you know they'll be on my skin."
Friday, May 30, 2014
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Wednesday, May 28, 2014
- Rabbi Lawrence Kushner
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Friday, May 23, 2014
A few days ago a crew shows up after the rain. The guys gather at the window.
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Monday, May 19, 2014
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Wednesday, May 14, 2014
I sure love my Race Card!
I don't know if I would recognize it if the president were to play the race card, maybe only because I like the president.
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Monday, May 12, 2014
when I look back now
I feel shame that I was so
but I must say
she did match me drink for
and I realized that her life
her feelings for things
had been ruined
along the way
and that I was no more than a
she was ten years older
and mortally hurt by the past
and the present;
she treated me badly:
she brought me immense
she lied, stole;
there was desertion,
yet we had our moments; and
our little soap opera ended
with her in a coma
in the hospital,
and I sat at her bed
talking to her,
and then she opened her eyes
and saw me:
"I knew it would be you,"
then she closed her
the next day she was
I drank alone
for two years
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Saturday, May 10, 2014
Friday, May 09, 2014
And what does it mean if we see
The moon-glazed mountains and the town with its silent doors
And water towers, and feel like raising our voices
Just a little, or sometimes during late autumn
When the evening flowers a moment over the western range
And we imagine angels rushing down the air's cold steps
To wish us well, if we have lost our will,
And do nothing but doze, half hearing the sighs
Of this or that breeze drift aimlessly over the failed farms
And wasted gardens? These days when we waken.
Everything shines with the same blue light
That filled our sleep moments before,
So we do nothing but count the trees, the clouds,
The few birds left; then we decide that we shouldn't
Be hard on ourselves, that the past was no better
Than now, for hasn't the enemy always existed,
And wasn't the church of the world always in ruins?
- Mark Strand
Image~Congregation in Mayflower Arkansas, undaunted, continue their worship after deadly Tornado last week.
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Thursday, May 08, 2014
I was dove hunting at grandma’s in Grandview one time. Did pretty good along a fence line. Every now and then I’d have to hop the fence to pick up a fallen bird.
It was Labor Day, my buddy Brad was with me.
As were were leaving, a man and his kids pulled up in his truck, said he owned the property across the fence, and didn’t believe in no bird killin’ didn’t want us on his property.
“We didn’t hunt on your land sir, but I crossed the fence a couple times to pick up a bird.”
“Don’t wan’t you on there, no way no how”
“Ok, that’s fine. I'm sorry for your trouble sir.” and off to my grandma’s we went.
We watched the Cowboys with grandma that night, they whipped Baltimore 38-0 I think.
So we load up after the game to head out, and just as we are getting to the city limit, the flashing lights kicked on behind me. I pulled off to the right.
The officer comes to the window, runs my license, and pulls us both put of the car.
“Were you boys shootin’ birds over off Bois D’ Arc this evening?”
“Do any good?”
“Got a coupla few”
“Well, I got a call in from the McBrides. Said ya’ll was shootin’ birds on their property. Said they asked you to leave and you told ‘em to go to hell and proceeded to clean your birds right there in front of ‘em.”
Me and Brad looked at each other, and I said “No sir, we were on the Morgans property, and a couple times we crossed the fence to pick up some dead birds, but we been doing that for years. I told them I was sorry, and wouldn’t cross the fence anymore, dead bird or not.”
He kinda eyeballed me a second and says “Well, that sounds about right. They just bought that land last year. And they crazy as hell anyway, all of ‘em. Say, you wouldn’t know who won the Cowboy game, wouldya?”
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Wednesday, May 07, 2014
I still see the Ex Mrs. Bulletholes a lot. We are really good friends. I saw her a while back and she was upset over something. I sat and listened a while and then stood up to leave.
She looked at me like 'Whats your hurry?"
“You know, you and I get along pretty well for a couple ol’ divorced people, but anytime I get around you there is a big clock somewhere that starts to countdown. Its counting down to a point where we arent getting along any more. My goal is to get out your proximity before the big hand gets to the Zero.”
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Tuesday, May 06, 2014
"What we see before us is just one tiny part of the world. We get into the habit of thinking, ‘This is the world,’ but that’s not true at all. The real world is in a much darker and deeper place than this, and most of it is occupied by jellyfish and things."
— Haruki Murakami
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Sunday, May 04, 2014
Friday, May 02, 2014
Translated from the Russian @ Dilapidated Page
“St. Prince Vladimir looks out over Kiev from Vladimir Hill…
“This opens up a summer cinema Vladimir Hill with its evening and night sessions (only if in Kiev!), On the upper terrace - outdoor cafes where you can drink a cup of coffee, listening to the nightingale trills and admiring the immense distances of the Dnieper. Here, under the night sky, studded with big stars, kissing couples in love, in love ... explained:
Imagine several generations remember the people of Kiev Vladimir Hill location as passionate declarations of love! Graduates Kiev schools traditionally greeted the dawn after the prom is on Vladimir Hill. Romantic place.”
Judaism was dismissed because the Jews had lost Jerusalem, so surely their God had abandoned them.
But the Orthodox Christianity they witness in Constantinople, where the full festival ritual of the Byzantine Church was set in motion to impress them, they found their ideal:
"We no longer knew whether we were in heaven or on earth, nor such beauty, and we know not how to tell of it"
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