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Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quotes. Show all posts

Monday, August 8, 2011

Words of Wisdom:


It is really easy to get caught up in negativity.  But there is always something good that comes out of not so positive experiences.  THIS IS SO CLICHE, I know! But it is true!

And now your moment of Zen:
Beluga Whale dancing to a Mariachi Band. BEST THING EVER.


Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Words of Wisdom



Rhett Butler is my favorite movie scoundrel. Actually, Clark Gable is my favorite scoundrel but he plays Rhett Butler, so they are one and the same in my eyes.  Anyhow, I think this is my favorite piece of movie advice.

Clearly, I would take Rhett over Ashley Wilkes any day.  I don't get Ashley's appeal.  He is the oldest 18 year old I have ever seen!  And so boring!  SO BORING!  Ashley seems like someone who neither knows how to kiss nor would kiss often.

Monday, July 11, 2011

Words of Wisdom:

It's Monday. Sometimes it is hard to get back into the work groove after a wonderful weekend. Follow this advice:


Chocolate is always the answer.  You know in your heart that this is true.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Barking at the Moon

Still Life with Woodpecker is one of my favorite books.  I've read it maybe seven times in the last two years.  I find something new that I love about it each time I read it.  This is one of my favorite conversations between Leigh-Cheri and Bernard Mickey Wrangle:


"Barking at the moon?"
"What about it?"
"That's all our love was to you?"
"That's all love ever is.  Love is not a harpsichord concert in a genteel drawing room.  And it sure as hell isn't Social Security, Laetrile, the Irish Sweepstakes, or roller disco.  Love is private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening side.  I think of the Luna card in the Tarot deck: some strange, huge crustacean, its armor glistening and its pincers wiggling, clatters out of a pool while wild dogs howl at a bulging moon.  Underneath the hearts and flowers, love is loony like that.  Attempts to housebreak it, to refine it, to dress the crabs up like doves and make them sing soprano always result in thin blood.  You end up with a parody.  There's lots of pretty sounds that describe 'like,' but 'love' is more on the order of barking.  I'm sorry about the note, though.  I wrote you another, softer one, but by the time I'd lined up a postman, you'd already galloped out of Seattle on the sultan's main dromedary.  Maybe I couldn't blame you - but I could ache."

Monday, April 25, 2011

Art Monday

In order to continue my journey of being blissfully happy, I am going to post something every Monday that inspires me or makes me happy.  It may be a painting, a photograph, a song, a poem, etc.  For this first post, I am going to share a poem by E.E. Cummings.  Cummings is probably my favorite poet and this is one of my favorite poems:

i like my body when it is with your
body.  It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss,  i like kissing this and that off you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh. . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,
 
and i possibly i like the thrill 
of under me you so quite new