Month: September 2017

The English Patient

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.

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The English Patient at 25

ON THE 25TH ANNIVERSARY OF ITS PUBLICATION, WE LOOK BACK ON SOME OF THE FIRST REVIEWS OF
MICHAEL ONDAATJE’S BOOK PRIZE-WINNING WWII EPIC

http://lithub.com/the-english-patient-at-25/

 The LitHub has a lovely article about the book. It’s direct quotes from the original reviews and worth a look. It has made me want to read it, and I missed it the first time around. Actually that happens with me a lot. Somewhere inside of me lies hidden the critic who says, “Let’s just wait a while and see how this holds up.” Especially if there’s a movie associated with it. Never trust the movie, I say!

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Wondering Wonder

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It is so impressive when someone can make a work of art from something in nature without destroying the original. See here this Tree-Woman. Each blends into the other and in so doing makes another whole. I wonder how long it took to grow this tree in the fashion of the art. I wonder if it’s like Michelangelo said, It’s not that you make the object into something—you release what is already there within.

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Sshhhhhhsh…

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It’s just that sort of day…the type wherein the mind bolts from containment. Too much, too much, too much…  So, herein, methinks whatsoever I choose will work. Or not. But of no matter. For what is a “matter” anyway?

Isn’t it odd and fun how a word loses all meaning and sense when it is said repeatedly?

Today is brought to you by yesterday and tomorrow has no significance. Yet the same thing will occur, over and over.

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Lines for Posterity:

Happy Birthday, Raymond Chandler July 23, 2013 | by Sadie Stein

“Tall, aren’t you?” she said.

“I didn’t mean to be.”

Her eyes rounded. She was puzzled. She was thinking. I could see, even on that short acquaintance, that thinking was always going to be a bother to her.

—Raymond Chandler, The Big Sleep

And then: The Viking god, Odin, had two ravens, Hugin (thought) and Munin (memory), which flew around the world every day and reported back to Odin every night about what they saw. I have a friend who is certain that all of the creatures, birds, dogs, wolves, all, are taking note of what we do and say. They then report back to Heaven (God, et.al.) who then takes that in to account for our personal record. Heavenly spies, I guess.

“But knowledge does not protect one. Life is contemptuous of knowledge; it forces it to sit in the anterooms, to wait outside. Passion, energy, lies: these are what life admires.”― James Salter, Light Years

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The Japanese understood the connection between horses and women, females. They knew, understood, painted them together, in a certain light. That is how you capture, and keep.

I wish you love, and redemption. Then you might make it okay. Redemption is Forgiveness earned.

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Old Woman Secret Garden

 

 

 

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Packers & Protests

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About The Spider

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Spiders have long been part of my Totem. I think when you bring something into your essence, they then appear more and more, just as we have a greater observational power. Once you look for spiders, you’ll see them everywhere. As I was doing a mental meandering this morning, I thought on the Spider. I used to see them everywhere, even in my dreams where they would act out a vision and speak to me. Ah, yes, and where have they gone?

Enter this beauty on Facebook. It seems clear to me that I need to look for Spiders once again. Besides, given the power of Synchronicity, I’m the one who left the Spider, not the other way around.