Been

This is why we do.

Mist over everything

better, a soft absurd

odd are numbered

and nights. Dreams even

which means writing days

writing mornings again

which means writing days

and nights. Dreams even

odd are numbered

better, a soft absurd

mist over everything.

This is why we do.

I am changing your nickname to . . .

"Barbecue."

As you love your own body, so regard everyone as equal to your own body... Call it a bird, an insect, an animal or a man, call it by any name you please, one serves one's own Self in every one of them.

“Mix a powerful imagination with a logic in absurdum,” Dr. Karl Gierow of the Swedish Academy said, on the occasion of Beckett’s enNobelling in 1969—sans Sam, who hid out in Tunisia until the flap was over—“and the result will be either a paradox or an Irishman. If it is an Irishman, you will get the paradox into the bargain.”

"How did it leave us--the old, safe, slow way people used to know of learning how one another feels, and the privilege that went with it of shying away if it seemed best? People in love like me, I suppose, give away the short cuts to everybody's secrets."

A little bit a duchamp

http://runningfromcamera.blogspot.com/

Abra Josh Heschel

"The higher goal of spiritual living is not to amass a wealth of information, but to face sacred moments. In a religious experience, for example, it is not a thing that imposes itself on man but a spiritual presence. What is retained in the soul is the moment of insight rather than the place where the act came to pass. A moment of insight is a fortune, transporting us beyond the confines of measured time. Spritual life begins to decay when we fail to sense the grandeur of what is eternal in time."

_The Sabbath_