But again I espouse...
...anything but glory. For glory comes to those who wait and never to those of us impatient for it. Knowledge is power, they say...MG
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But again I espouse...
...anything but glory. For glory comes to those who wait and never to those of us impatient for it. Knowledge is power, they say...MG

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So I haven't said much lately
So I feel compelled to set things right. How I do this remains a mystery, to me, until the typed words (on a damned virtual keyboard on a so-called smart phone) make their peace with the squirmy intestines of my soul, so deep down it hurts like ravenous hounds chewing at my jugular - bleeding like a pig in buckets of thick, coagulate blood. But what is the inner peace? I ask time and time again. But so self-absorbed I traipse through life thinking nothing but of myself; yes, I have hatred in my heart like some evangelist espoused eons ago, the saltlick dripping from his tired eyes with nothing to look forward to but getting his dick sucked to the symphony of some pornstar. Yes, nothing is sacred but dirty murmurs and whisperings in the back of the movie house proves that indiscretion is paramount. Keep it a secret, please.
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For it had been the will of God that they should hear, and pass thereafter, one to another, the story of the Hebrew children who had been held in bondage in the land of Egypt; and how the Lord had heard their groaning, and how His heart was moved; and how He bid them wait but a little season till He should send deliverance. Florence’s mother had known this story, so it seemed, from the day that she was born. And while she lived - rising in the morning before the sun came up, standing and binding in the fields when the sun was high, crossing the fields homeward while the sun went down at the gates of Heaven far away, hearing the whistle of the foreman and his eerie cry across the fields; in the whiteness of the winter when hogs and turkeys and geese were slaughtered, and lights burned bright in the big house, and Bathsheba, the cook, sent over in the napkin bits of ham and chicken and cakes left over by the white folks - in all that befell: in her joys, her pipe in the evening, her man at night, the children she suckled, and guided on their first short steps; and in their tribulations, death, and parting, and the lash, she did not forget that deliverance was promised and would surely come. She had only to endure and trust in God. She knew that the big house, the house of pride where the white folks lived, would come down: it was written in the Word of God.  They, who walked so proudly now, had not fashioned themselves or their children so sure a foundation as hers. They walked on the edge of a steep place and their eyes were sightless - God would cause them to rush down, as the herd of swine had once rushed down, into the sea. For all that they were so beautiful, and took their ease, she knew them, and she pitied them, who would have no covering in the great day of his Wrath.    Â

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Kafka’s Remarkable Letter to His Abusive and Narcissistic Father
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“The more things you own, the more things you need to keep you comfortable.”
Norman Mailer, The Naked and the Dead (via bibliophilebunny)
I am a true adorer of life, and if I can’t reach as high as the face of it, I plant my kiss somewhere lower down. Those who understand will require no further explanation.
Saul Bellow, Henderson the Rain King (via nessathurman)
Do you mind if I pull down the curtain?
"Over his wine Dick looked at them again; in their happy faces, the dignity that surrounded and pervaded the party, he perceived all the maturity of an older America. For a while the sobered women who had come to mourn for their dead, for something they could not repair, made the room beautiful. Momentarily, he sat again on his father's knee, riding with Moseby while the old loyalties and devotions fought around him. Almost with an effort he turned back to his two women at the table and faced the whole new world in which he believed."Â
"--Do you mind if I pull down the curtain?"
as if to be caught happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes
""But the father of eight children has no choice ...'. Muttering half aloud, so he broke off, turned, sighed, raised his eyes, sought the figure of his wife reading stories to the little boy; filled his pipe. He turned from the sight of human ignorance and human fate and the sea eating the ground we stand on, which, had he been able to contemplate it fixedly might have led to something; and found consolation in trifles so slight compared with the august theme just now before him that he was disposed to slur that comfort over, to deprecate it, as if to be happy in a world of misery was for an honest man the most despicable of crimes.Â
"...Teaching and preaching is beyond human power, Lily suspected.  (She was putting away her things.) If you are exalted you must somehow come a cropper. Mrs Ramsey gape him what he asked too easily. Then the change must be so upsetting, Lily said. He comes in from his books and finds us all playing games and talking nonsense. Imagine what a change from the things he thinks about, she said."
"He was bearing down upon them. Now he stopped dead and stood looking in silence at the sea. Now he turned away again."

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it was like a dentist's chair
The boy went mechanically to the sofa. Whenever his mother wanted what she called a confidential talk with him she always selected the sofa as the most suitable ground on which to open her campaign. All mothers do this; the sofa is to them what nth dining room table is to fathers.  In the present case the sofa was particularly well adapted for a strategic purpose, being an old-fashioned one with a high back, mattress, bolsters and cushions. Once safely penned into one of its deep corners, it was like a dentist's chair, not too easy to get out of again. Here she could get at him better to pull him about, if this should seem desirable, or if she thought fit to cry she could bury her head in the sofa cushion and abandon herself to an agony of grief which seldom failed to its effect. None of her favorite maneuvers were so easily adopted in her usual seat, the arm-chair on the right hand side of the fireplace, and so well did her son know from his Mother's tone that this was going to be a sofa conversation that he took his place like a lamb as soon as she began and before she could reach the sofa herself.  Â
Atlantis to Orbit:
Birds don’t fly this high. Airplanes don’t go this fast. The Statue of Liberty weighs less. No species other than human can even comprehend what is going on, nor could any human just a millennium ago. The launch of a rocket bound for space is an event that inspires awe and challenges description. Pictured above, the Space Shuttle Atlantis lifted off to visit the International Space Station during the early morning hours of 2001 July 12. From a standing start, the two million kilogram rocket ship left to circle the Earth where the outside air is too thin to breathe and where there is little noticeable onboard gravity. Rockets bound for space are now launched from somewhere on Earth about once a week.
Awe-inspiring. Me, as Kermit, a bit toned down.
Look for signs.
I said look.
Wrote it
So I promised myself I'd start writing this week and I did it! For an entire hour on Thu. Woo goo. Absolute crap but a few good turns of phrases. A start. On my way.
Our tragedy today is a general and universal physical fear so long sustained by now that we can even bear it. There are no longer problems of the spirit. There is only the question: When will I be blown up? Because of this, the young man or woman writing today has forgotten the problems of the human heart in conflict with itself which alone can make good writing because only that is worth writing about, worth the agony and the sweat. He must learn them again.
William Faulkner, from his Nobel Prize acceptance speech (via wordswilling)

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