Archive for the Category poise

 
 

shame, shame on you

Transylvania b b b b blue…

our best industry

No wonder we clamor.

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+ “the skin I want to be in” 

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+ “the dream I give you”

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::: burp ::: 

so what winning?

You are my prize.

nobody knows men
nobody knows women
we always touch strangers

brave

all of us weak
all of us tender
splendor to dedicate

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we are so often foolish

Christiane and Stanley Kubrick and their great principle in life:

“Always be suspicious of people who have, or crave, power.”

All Stanley Kubrick’s life he said,

‘Never, ever go near power. Don’t become friends with anyone who has real power. It’s dangerous.’

Charm is attractive to many. And potent.

When you need propaganda, where do you turn?

“Where my uncle was an enormous fool, as many talented people are, was that he mistook his gift for intelligence,” says Christiane.

“He was a great big famous film person. He looked better and talked better and had enormous charm. So he thought he was also far more intelligent than Mr Goebbels. Goebbels was 10,000 times smarter than my uncle.”

“Film people, actors, are puppets. We are silly. We are silly folk.”

 

Christiane Kubrick. A few moments with an enlightened conscience.

Widow of film director Stanley Kubrick, her 41-year-old marriage, the director’s lost project about the Holocaust and his secret love of the waltz…

consuming leisure

the impact of reality is hitting you… hoping you are adventuring new life rather than lamenting old life…

sometimes just sipping a coffee on the sidewalk is renewing… pondering is a stepping stone…

I like poking around running water… sorta like a poultice for the brain.


occupation: musician

Mick Jagger, somewhere, an interview.

“I don’t look at the clouds of tomorrow through the sunshine of today.”

“Everyone’s life comes to an end. And all around us, you and me, our life will come to an end. You will stop being a journalist and you will die.

“So what can I tell you? We’re all going to come to the same fate. So you just keep going while you can, doing what you like. So I am just the same as everybody else.”

mindfulness, patience and intensity

been breathin’ in the bush lately?

superb poise
glorious body
dumbfounding beauty
a great artist
we are so fine, we humans, hope we notice someday

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a ridiculous hobby, ey wot

not any m will do

by shempii

fume inside smoke

binding contract:

… that there is only one state of consciousness properly constituted to eliminate compulsive anxiety: the recognition that there is only now, that now is driven by fortune and that all else is illusion. Scripture has it:

I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all.

Ecclesiastes 9:11

via Dick Jones @ patteran

filed under poem

But don't you like pretending?

via Wordcetera and written by I Wear Many Hats

When I was ten
I saw spaceships running through the sky
We flew them fast
We built them out of cardboard
And painted them with imaginary stars

When I was ten
I had a saber battle on the sea
You said en garde
We jumped on tire swings
And left the woodchips in the dust

I could use a bit of pretending
So can’t you come back
And we’ll play a happy ending

Years and years ago
We were lost, we were slow
We had plans, we had time
We found gold, we found grime
You and me, we were the team
So long ago, seems like a dream

Maybe it sounds condescending
But don’t you want to go back to pretending?

 

 

awe de d’awe

Dance a wee little bit.

blink going by
a lot of stars in the sky
never know why

per declaring that flag

Killing isn’t end. We must achieve living. Lift you. Astound you. We are cauldron. Children and fire. I like that. Each is met with each. This dream shall never die. Pay it.

vine shine

We are nature's yeast.


 

 

 

a lady asked me
in a long row of wine
where’s my best flavor?
I said, it’s you we find fine.

 

 

take a memo

To A Nation's Heart

Why will we let America argue? This is sad. This is danger. I see a better country. Better. We are the first country built on agreement. Maybe, in the thread of horrid yesterdays, we’ll keep that. I promise I will.