Someone said, (a couple years ago) they (she) thought I might be (probably was/is) an artist. I first heard this in July 2015. It’s now late February 2018 as I write this. I’ve been buying paint, paper, and brushes, (in limited quantities), ever since.
Maybe, just maybe, I needed another, (just one more) tool before I start.
A few quotes from ….
A Mind at Home With Itself
If you think that someone else is the cause of your problem, you’re insane. You do the work on your own thinking, clean up your own mess, and the problem disappears. Life always becomes simpler and kinder when we questioned or stressful thoughts. These thoughts aren’t p [...]
Last night we went to chat about time hopping and parallel universes with a small group of folks in an old house undergoing wonderful remodeling.
We spent a lot of time in the new kitchen with wine, cheese, sausage, crackers, and roasted Mexican grasshoppers. Yep. With all the regular snacks available there did not seem to be a lot of interes [...]
Frog Jelly Soup
Afraid she might jump,
in escalating temperatures,
a frog boils slowly,
consommé in the pot
in the basting, simmering,
and frequent stirring of an
ongoing accident tragedy,
Can’t. Actually. Look. Away.
the parenting, modeling, whatever,
sweet meat falling off the bones,
bones chucked out in to
the compost heap
spare th [...]
As of Friday, 1/26/18, Cloud Fishing is in the Cudahy Family Library
and in the CountyCat MCFLS system.
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Sometimes, the very nature that abhors a vacuum,
hands us a broom and dust pan …
to sweep together the ingredients; the strands of platinum blonde, doggy hair everywhere, scraps of satin, flannel, ripped denim feathers, leathers, gold and glitter, laying out in patterns and mannerisms, [...]
Here’s a Sunday rough cover of another forty-plus poems available fast as it can happen.
If there was an introduction it might go like this:
Critics and Historians: Process, Product and Perfection
I treasured the Bob Dylan Basement Tapes perhaps because I was spending time with my brother. We shared a few albums together. As young adult [...]
“All the perpetrator asks is that the bystander do nothing. He appeals to the universal desire to hear and speak no evil. The victim, on the contrary, asks the bystander to share the burden of the pain ……secrecy and silence are the perpetrator’s first line of defense.”
I am not advocating an intervention … [...]
This is not about me trying to paint anyone, including you or me, into a corner. This is me trying to grasp a pattern of stories told by dozens or hundreds of practitioners about the stories they have collected by hundreds or thousands of patients.
This is me beginning to realize the complexities of human existence. It’s like us [...]