Keep a tennis ball and a hacky sack handy for healthy entertainment in dull times and to relieve agression. Especially useful in small spaces. Surrounding flat surfaces and various objects are fair game. If you annoy the neighbors, count it as a bonus.
“What is the task of higher education? To make a man into a machine. What are the means employed? He is taught how to suffer being bored.”
Friedrich Nietzsche
“The main evidence in favour of a life doing nothing but write & nose into other folk’s affairs only in so far as you need exercise, is that your dreams become long & coherent & beautiful.”
Ted Hughes
“I’m not fatalistic. Bank tellers are fatalistic; clerks are fatalistic. I’m a farmer. Who ever heard of a fatalistic farmer? I’m not fatalistic. I smoke a lot of cigarettes, but that doesn’t make me fatalistic.”
Bob Dylan Interview with Playboy 1966
the cold side of the pillow. irreverent poetry. screaming obscenities in large crowds. skipping class. the first drink. breaking minor laws. renouncing mistakes of the past. impromptu roadtrips. the scent of a woman. hot coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. reading a good book in one sitting. playing guitar till your hands ache. finally succeeding after countless failures. the smell of rain. learning something new. snowboarding in fresh powder. old friends who proves their worth once again. falling in love with a new favorite musician. or falling in love with an old one all over again. laughing till you cry. dirty jokes. daydreams.
—to name a few.
“The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible.”
Vladimir Nabakov
its been five years since I didn’t get to say goodbye to that ebullient little redhead. five years and I am older now than she was then, too young by far for anyone so beautiful to be lost to this world. she was like the older sister i never had. i find myself wondering what she would think of me now, what she would say. i hear her voice, that laugh, always.
for the gift of memory, her love for this life, and ours for her: in memory of t.m.a.
“The better work men do is always under stess and at great personal loss.”
William Carlos Williams
nothing like a hot cup of tea to fire the mind and prop the eyelids open when night sets in. dodge the shackles of sleep, just a few more hours. escape from routine in the pages of a novel or sip the steaming liquid as you roll the first lines of a poem around your mouth long enough to leave a taste. eventually, sleep quietly overcomes …
i dream of the tragic desperation of an aged king… of perfect harmonic cadences… of ships lost on tumultous seas… of a beggar girl’s queenly radiance
