Thursday, January 29, 2009
Obamaaaaaaa
Maybe it's just the new york times obsession with him that's painting my opinion but the guy drinks honest tea. And walks around the office. It's a style thing and it's thoughtful.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
art
When I look at a drawing of a person, I look at that person as living.
I don't know how to explain it, but a photograph to me is always
a reminder of how the person was on a certain day in that certain
light fixed. When I look at a watercolor' of that same person, it
seems to me alive, more open than a photograph.
::: Francesco Clemente :::
I don't know how to explain it, but a photograph to me is always
a reminder of how the person was on a certain day in that certain
light fixed. When I look at a watercolor' of that same person, it
seems to me alive, more open than a photograph.
::: Francesco Clemente :::
we needed silence
We needed the quiet of winter
The sky spread out white
And close by
Like the Blanket of snow on
The morning ground
The haevy calm of snow and ice
Silenced the animals
And the cars
Time was delayed
By winter
The sky spread out white
And close by
Like the Blanket of snow on
The morning ground
The haevy calm of snow and ice
Silenced the animals
And the cars
Time was delayed
By winter
winter crackle
The gentle sound of winter static
Was intermittently broken
By chimes made of freezing rain hitting metal frames
And the crackle of ice cold peices falling onto a
ir conditioners, window sills and trees
Was intermittently broken
By chimes made of freezing rain hitting metal frames
And the crackle of ice cold peices falling onto a
ir conditioners, window sills and trees
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Western vs Eastern Love
Apparently all spiritual love poetry confuses the reader. Is it a mortal or is it god that the poet is desperate for? And all spiritual poetry is somewhat obsessed with wine, in Hafez, wine is the method for reaching an enlightened state, metaphorically or maybe not...and reading the Song of Solomon today, it seems there the beloved is likened to the taste of wine and the look of grapes on the vine (rather sensual). I think the difference is in the martyrdom and unrequited love aspects that exist in Eastern religious poetry (qualify that, Persian religious poetry) and less in Western religious poetry.
Just a thought...
Just a thought...
true human needs
true human needs, such as learning, mutually supportive relationships, autonomy, and safety (Crocker & Nuer, 2004; Crocker & Park, 2004; Deci & Ryan, 2000).
The core idea of personal autonomy is to have personal rule of the self while remaining free from controlling interference by others. The autonomous person acts in accordance with a freely self-chosen and informed plan. A person of diminished autonomy, by contrast, is in at least some respects controlled by others or is incapable of deliberating or acting on the basis of his or her own plans.- answers.com
The core idea of personal autonomy is to have personal rule of the self while remaining free from controlling interference by others. The autonomous person acts in accordance with a freely self-chosen and informed plan. A person of diminished autonomy, by contrast, is in at least some respects controlled by others or is incapable of deliberating or acting on the basis of his or her own plans.- answers.com
Updike
But I do like Rabbit Run. And the other book is “To The lighthouse” by Virginia Woolf. And one book that I liked two years ago was “Mating” about a development freak and his phd student (female)… female voice or what about Milan kundera “laughing and forgetting” which I left in a hotel in the mountains of Georgia and I only had a chapter left…or orhan pamuk’s “snow” which I didn’t finish bc it was too intense but good or this historical novel about edgar allen poe which I lost in the doctor’s office so I never finished although I had two or three pages left. I really like historical novels. That was my phase of losing books. I haven’t lost a book in a long time. Its all part of maturity I suppose. Two years ago I read “love and beauty” about two best friend writers and one of them dies bc she has this horrible jaw problem that depresses her. thats by my other favorite writer who is based in Nashville ann patchett. I have a book of hers now but I haven’t started it. And I loved Junot Diaz The Amazing Brief life of Oscar Wao or something like that.
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