Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Twice


The mere knowledge that such a work could be created and still exists in the world makes me twice the person I was.
 
 Goethe, when viewing  the Medusa Rondanini (above). 

Friday, June 6, 2014

June 6, 1944

Robert Capa, photographer, Normandy, France

Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields,
See how these names are fĂȘted by the waving grass
And by the streamers of white cloud
And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
The names of those who in their lives fought for life,
Who wore at their hearts the fire’s centre.
Born of the sun, they travelled a short while toward the sun
And left the vivid air signed with their honour.
 
Stephen Spender, from The Truly Great

Monday, April 28, 2014

If Only


Do you believe constant movement will deliver you from the disappointment of an ordinary life?

Thursday, April 24, 2014

Women


Sure, we’re supposed to take calcium pills to avoid brittle bones and hip injuries at 90, but who worries about living long when we’re just trying to get through the day?

Sandra Tsing Loh

Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Obsession


"In the creative process, obsession changes linear time. You become entirely engrossed: Time becomes lost, elastic, and things shift and glide in ways that we don't usually experience in the world. It's not only when you're creating but also when you're experiencing art, like a piece of music you're obsessed with. That's why people become addicted to the creative process."

Sara Sze
(quote and art)

Saturday, March 1, 2014

All I Need


"... a mouse so frightened it went to the cat for love."

Robert Stone, A Flag for Sunrise

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Sez Who?


Truth is beautiful, without doubt; but so are lies.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, February 14, 2013

My Valentine


I've tried several varieties of sex.  The conventional position makes me claustrophobic and the others give me a stiff neck or lockjaw.

Tallulah Bankhead
Statue from Metropolitan Museum of Art

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Drive-thru



To me, fast food is when a cheetah eats an antelope.
 
George Carlin

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Read It Again?



To reread what you loved most at a particular moment is to risk the possibility that you might love it less, and I want to keep my memories undegraded.
 
Katherine Boo

Friday, February 1, 2013

Huh?



Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

Albert Einstein

Monday, January 21, 2013

Caution


When something good happens it's a miracle and you should wonder what God is saving up for you later.

Marshall Brickman

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Either Or



The chicken probably came before the egg because it is hard to imagine God wanting to sit on an egg.

Unknown

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Ode to an Umbrella


...
what roof
I have, frail thing,
you're my argument
against the whole sky
...

Connie Wanek

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Ode to Advil


Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there was
A time when it was not.

Emily Dickinson

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

I Rule


Kneel Before Me
by Francesco Marciuliano
 
In ancient Egypt
We cats were gods
We ruled the heavens
We reigned on earth
So kneel before me
I said come to me
Uh, listen to me
How about just a treat then?
Okay, maybe a toy
Some crumpled paper would do
I'm not picky
Well, can you at least scratch
         behind my ear?
Can you at least do that?
Oh 
Oh yes
You serve your master well

Friday, November 30, 2012

On The Horizon



California is a queer place. It has turned its back on the world, and looks into the void Pacific.
 
D. H. Lawrence

Art: Jan Heaton

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Katie



Left alone, no matter at what age or under what circumstances, you have to remake your life... what I essentially did was to put one foot in front of the other, shut my eyes, and step off the edge.
 
Katherine Graham

Monday, August 27, 2012

Fragile Beauty


I don't collect anything. I am just as happy looking at beautiful things as owning them.

Muriel Grateau

Friday, June 22, 2012

I Stand In Awe


After the last of the daylight is gone, at dusk, the peaks still glimmer in the slow-growing darkness as if jagged pieces of the moon had dropped from sky to earth.

Anuradha Roy

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Simply


It's not easy being a mother. If it was easy, fathers would do it.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Master of All


"The Dude abides. I don't know about you, but I take comfort in that. It's good knowin' he's out there. The Dude. Takin' 'er easy for all us sinners."

The Big Lebowski



Speaking of Dudes.... this Dude, Seth Apter, does art all the time, does it well, and best of all, he shares his art, your art and my art with everyone.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Passing By


Another day without a plan to use calculus.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

I'm So Tidy

 
Actually, I'm pretty neurotic myself.  And I'm not sure I'm interested in friends who aren't neurotic.  Who needs the aggravation of hanging out with people who are pulled-together, have high self-esteem, and never doubt themselves?  What would we talk about? How great they are? What a mess I am?
 
Ruth Pennebaker

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Get In Line


Society wants people who confirm, not people who do their own thing. It's easier to control them that way.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Getting A Head


I don't understand why people hate reading. It's like TV in your head.

Thursday, December 1, 2011

It Was


... a scatter of images caught like butterflies in the grille of my mind.

Michael Chabon

Sunday, November 20, 2011

When The Moment Is Right


Sex at age 90 is like trying to shoot pool with a rope.

George Burns

Friday, November 11, 2011

Veterans Day, November 2011

Airman 1st Class Claudia Segovia boards a Boeing 737 en route to Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan, in support of Operation Enduring Freedom. Airman Segovia is assigned to the 492nd Fighter Squadron at Royal Air Force Lakenheath, England. (U.S. Air Force photo/Airman 1st Class Eboni Knox)

Happy the soldier home, with not a notion
How somewhere, every dawn, some men attack,
And many sighs are drained.
Happy the lad whose mind was never trained:
His days are worth forgetting more than not.
He sings along the march
Which we march taciturn, because of dusk,
The long, forlorn, relentless trend
From larger day to huger night.

From Insensibility, by Wilfred Owen

Monday, November 7, 2011

Bedtime


No book worth its salt is meant to put you to sleep, it's meant to make you jump out of bed in your underwear and run and beat the author's brains out.

Bohumil Hrabal

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

November


What it is to be alone in the Wisconsin swamp in late November, the sun is going away, and nature rather than being a comfort is instead an implacable force that fills your soul with emptiness.

Michael Perry

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Hanging In There


Serious Guys think they make games better with their seriousness, but they spoil everything.  At this point, most of us are playing sports just to avoid buying bigger pants. Every outdoor activity that does not result in a blown ACL or a trip to the cardiologist is a minor victory. The PGA and the NBA are not coming with offers. John McEnroe is not impressed by your spin serve. 

Jason Gay

Saturday, October 15, 2011

One Step at a Time


Imagination is the beginning of creation.  You imagine what you desire, you will be what you imagine and at last you create what you will.

George Bernard Shaw

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Steve Jobs Transformed Our World


"Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart."


Steve Jobs, June 2005  

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Oops


Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.

Scott Adams
Claes Oldenburg, Eraser

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Little Bird


I hope you love birds too.
It is economical.
It saves going to heaven.

Emily Dickinson

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Torn

Starry TreesWind swept trees on a windy night, Point Reyes Lighthouse.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening.

Hermann Hesse
Image: Alvin Tenpo

Sunday, September 11, 2011

Remember



How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with
my changes.

The Layers, by Stanley Kunitz
Painting by Albert Bierstadt

Sunday, September 4, 2011

Friends


Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.
Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.

Groucho Marx

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Don't Vote, It Only Encourages Them


...It is a tale, told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Shakespeare, MacBeth

Thursday, August 25, 2011

I Can See Clearly Now


The greatest justice in life is that your vision and your looks tend to go simultaneously.

Kevin Bacon

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Real World


We are surrounded by phonies.  And phoniness. We shop at malls that are designed to look like 'real' small town centers. We live in gated or planned 'communities' with names like Pheasant Crossing and River Run selected by real estate developers. ...Even bodies are artificial; we have fake boobs, dyed hair, Botoxed eyes and liposuctioned thighs.

Dick Meyer

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Knowledge


Rivers know this: there is no hurry.  We shall get there some day.

A.A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Within


Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up.

Pearl Buck
Image: Danijel Zezeli

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

So Close


We lay very still because the broad, stinking muzzle of the lion was snuffling us, pushing its warm dry nostrils against our hair and our cheeks, running them down our bodies and back up to our mouths, a low quiet growl like a basso purr in its throat, and I dared to look into its burning yellow-green eyes.

Brad Watson

Sunday, August 7, 2011

One Turn


I am turning over a new leaf but the page is stuck.

Diane Arbus

Friday, August 5, 2011

Nothing To See


In winter ... there is no line dividing earth from sky. the two are of the same substance. There is no middle distance, no perspective, no outline ... when winds rise and powdery snow fills the air, there is neither up nor down and the traveler is left blind white.

Edmund Carpenter
Image: http://dyingrose24.deviantart.com/

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Roughing It


Smith looked Joe over skeptically. "I've never hunted or fished in my life," he said.  "I don't even like the outdoors. I don't see the point of going without a hot shower, a cold cocktail, and a flush toilet. As far as I'm concerned, camping is just nature's way of feeding mosquitos."

C. J. Box, Cold Wind