Alightment

3eanuts:

October 24, 1985 — see The Complete Peanuts 1983-1986

3eanuts:

October 24, 1985 — see The Complete Peanuts 1983-1986

"Man Walking to Work," Denis Johnson
The dawn is a quality laid acrossthe freeway like the visiblememory of the ocean that kept all thisa secret for a hundred million years.I am not moving and I am not standing still.I am only something the wind strikes and clears,and I fell myself fade like the sky,the whole of Ohio a mirror gone blank.My jacket keeps me. My zipperbangs on my guitar. Lord help meout by the lake after the shift at Frigidairewhen I stop laughing and taste how wet the beeris in my mouth, suddenly recognizing the truewedding of passage and arrival I am invited to.

"Man Walking to Work," Denis Johnson

The dawn is a quality laid across
the freeway like the visible
memory of the ocean that kept all this
a secret for a hundred million years.
I am not moving and I am not standing still.
I am only something the wind strikes and clears,
and I fell myself fade like the sky,
the whole of Ohio a mirror gone blank.
My jacket keeps me. My zipper
bangs on my guitar. Lord help me
out by the lake after the shift at Frigidaire
when I stop laughing and taste how wet the beer
is in my mouth, suddenly recognizing the true
wedding of passage and arrival I am invited to.

cool.

You know, then, that the public Somebody you are when you “have a name” is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath and which is the sum of your actions and so is constantly in a state of becoming under your own violation
Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music or bodily movement or poetry or prose or anything that’s dynamic and expressive—that’s what’s good for you if you’re at all serious in your aims. William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. “In the time of your life—live!” That time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.
from “the Catastrophe of Success,” Tennessee Williams

You know, then, that the public Somebody you are when you “have a name” is a fiction created with mirrors and that the only somebody worth being is the solitary and unseen you that existed from your first breath and which is the sum of your actions and so is constantly in a state of becoming under your own violation

Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music or bodily movement or poetry or prose or anything that’s dynamic and expressive—that’s what’s good for you if you’re at all serious in your aims. William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. “In the time of your life—live!” That time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Losslossloss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

from “the Catastrophe of Success,” Tennessee Williams

from “the island,” Stacy Kranitz

http://stacykranitzprojects.com/island-introduction

6.7.14

megscommonplacebook:

Sometimes you don’t know
the one thing too much until
you’re in the midst of it.

Never Meant, American Football

There’s now a video, and it’s corny in all the right ways that pull at you, and I love it. And the song is there, which never changes and is always good. And there’s a radio tower, and drives, and suns setting and fields that look like the meadow or the golf course or both in the right ways. 

From “Accidents of Birth,” by William Meredith

But it’s not this random
life only, throwing its sensual
astonishments upside down on
the bloody membranes behind my eyeballs,
not just me being here again, old
needer, looking for someone to need,
but you, up from the clay yourself,
as luck would have it, and inching
over the same little segment of earth-
ball, in the same little eon, to
meet in a room, alive in our skins,
and the whole galaxy gaping there
and the centuries whining like gnats—
you, to teach me to see it, to see
it with you, and to offer somebody
uncomprehending, impudent thanks.
From “Accidents of Birth,” by William Meredith
But it’s not this random
life only, throwing its sensual
astonishments upside down on
the bloody membranes behind my eyeballs,
not just me being here again, old
needer, looking for someone to need,
but you, up from the clay yourself,
as luck would have it, and inching
over the same little segment of earth-
ball, in the same little eon, to
meet in a room, alive in our skins,
and the whole galaxy gaping there
and the centuries whining like gnats—
you, to teach me to see it, to see
it with you, and to offer somebody
uncomprehending, impudent thanks.

Phobia, Me and My Drummer

"Alas, firstly; allow me to taketh a self portrait."

https://twitter.com/ShakespeareSong

timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article:  Tracking Down the Deer Runner

timeshaiku:

A haiku from the article: Tracking Down the Deer Runner

flyartproductions:

The real her at the New York Movie
New York Movie (1939), Edward Hopper / The Real Her, Drake feat. Andre 3000 & Lil Wayne

flyartproductions:

The real her at the New York Movie

New York Movie (1939), Edward Hopper / The Real Her, Drake feat. Andre 3000 & Lil Wayne