October 2011
27 posts
“Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite…. A man may have lived all of his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then—the glory—so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under a tree blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished.”
—Steinbeck (via thesemightysecrets)
“
WE CONTINUE
The rust, a little pile of western color, lies
At the end of its travels,
Our instrument no longer.
Those who believe
In death have their worship cut out for them.
As for myself, we
Continue,
An old
Scar of light our trumpet,
Pilgrims with thorns
To the eyes of the cold
Under flags made by the blind,
In one fist
This letter that vanishes
If the hand opens:
Charity, come home,
Begin.
Listen
Brian Eno. Mother Whale Eyeless
from Taking Tiger Mountain (By Strategy) 1974
“Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.”
—Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Be not the slave of your own past - plunge into the sublime seas, dive deep, and swim far, so you shall come back with new self-respect, with new power, and with an advanced experience that shall explain and overlook the old.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson
