Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
A poem needs understanding through the senses. The point of diving into a lake is not immediately to swim to the shore but to be in the lake, to luxuriate in the sensation of water. You do not work the lake out, it is a experience beyond thought. Poetry soothes and emboldens the soul to… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
Lydia The Tattooed Lady Oh Lydia, oh Lydia, say have you met Lydia?Lydia, the Tattooed LadyShe has eyes that folks adore soAnd a torso even more so Lydia, oh Lydia, that encyclopydiaOh Lydia the Queen of TattooOn her back is the Battle of WaterlooBeside it the wreck of the Hesperus, tooAnd proudly above waves the… Continue reading Groucho Marx
Sometimes, I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow; there’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. It is as if I never thought anything, never wrote anything, never felt anything. All I want is blackness. Blackness and silence. — Gwyneth Paltrow [Sylvia Plath] Sylvia (2003) Written by John Brownlow. Directed by… Continue reading Gwyneth Paltrow
Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
You think too much.That is your trouble. Clever people and grocers, they weigh everything. I felt once more how simple a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else. And all that is required to feel that here and now is happiness… Continue reading Anthony Quinn
My dearest Sixsmith, I shot myself through the roof of my mouth this morning with Vivian Ayrs’ Luger. A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate suicide is a coward’s act. Couldn’t be further from the truth. Suicide takes tremendous courage. Don’t let them say I killed myself for love. Had my infatuations,… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
I can’t afford to hate anyone. I don’t have that kind of time. — Akira Kurosawa, Iriku/To Live. (1952)
Everybody’s Free (To Wear Sunscreen) Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99: Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own… Continue reading Mary Schmich
Life is pain, highness. Anyone who says differently is selling something. — William Goldman, William Goldman: Four Screenplays, “The Princess Brid” Published by Applause Theatre & Cinema Books (February 1, 2000) Film directed by Rob Reiner ( 1987)
The Vale of Soul-Making 