September 15, 2014

"Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”

-Shakespeare, Macbeth

Serving as the inspiration for Faulkner’s famous “The Sound and the Fury,” this line is Macbeth’s fiercely dismal reflection towards the end of the play as his life is coming apart at the seams.  Life is a but a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury.  I’m not advocating a worldview in this register of misery, but maaaan do I relish a good and miserable monologue.

September 14, 2014

“A pleasure is full grown only when it is remembered. You are speaking, Hmán, as if pleasure were one thing and the memory another. It is all one thing.” 

-C.S. Lewis, Out of the Silent Planet

'Out of the Silent Planet' is the first book in C.S. Lewis' fictional trilogy on space travel.  I've been meaning to read these guys for awhile now and I'm just now working my way through them with considerable enjoyment.  And, as I go, I’m choosing to take time to enjoy the many pleasurable memories I have at my disposal. 

September 8, 2014

'You can never have too much sky. You can fall asleep and wake up drunk on sky, and sky can keep you safe when you are sad.'
-Sandra Cisneros, The House on Mango Street

Cisneros has one of the most beautiful storytelling philosophies I have ever heard. She writes short and simple stories that are intended to bring beauty and joy to the everyday working person. Her stories are like lovely little snapshots.

September 2, 2014

Summer is officially over they tell me. I’m on my way back to work in the throes of morning traffic and I am reminded of Roosevelt’s quote below.

Far and away the best prize that life has to offer is the chance to work hard at work worth doing.

-Theodore Roosevelt

I don’t know enough about anything to say what the best thing life has to offer is, but I do know that I am blessed with work that is worth my effort. I’m very grateful for that.

August 7, 2014

“Do not fall in love with people like me 
we will take you to 
museums and parks 
and monuments 
and kiss you in every beautiful 
place so that you can 
never go back to them 
without tasting us 
like blood in your mouth.

I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

-Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts: A Collection of Short & Sexy Love Poems

 

August 3, 2014

Piano - by D.H. Lawrence

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me;

Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see

A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings

And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.

In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song

Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong

To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside

And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide.

So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour

With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour

Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast

Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.

When D.H. Lawrence was 25, the same age I am now, his mother died of cancer.  He was very close with his mother; her death pushed him into a deep depression which lasted for many months.  This poem bottles his heartache in bitter sweetness.

July 27, 2014

“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly — they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.” 

-Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

It almost makes me nervous sometimes to say or write anything at all.  I hate to misuse words and I am so prone to doing just that.