Day: October 8, 2013

In a blue moon

Blue moon
Too soon
Particles turn
Heart churns
We disagree
You and me.
Life in sand,
Understand.
I draw a line
Love is mined
For healing pain,
My love remains.
I glance at you.
Poignant view.
Eyes shine with hope
Will love cope?

“I will say this…..being truly human

“I will say this quite plainly, what truly human is -and don’t be afraid of this word- love. And I mean it even with everything that burdens love or, i could say it better, responsibility is actually love, as Pascal said: ‘without concupiscence’ [without lust]… love exists without worrying about  being loved.”
― Emmanuel Lévinas, Of God Who Comes to Mind

Here is a good article

 

And another

 

No-one asked me

http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/07/12/specials/lurie-asked.html

I do like to know more about my favorite authors.Here Alison Lurie describes her childhood;her belief she was not pretty enough to marry and the praise she got for her  childhoodcreations.This led in an obvious direction.Ironically,she married young and spent many years as a mother and academic wife before she ever published a book.but once started she was on her true path in life.She has an unmistakable voice of her own

No-one asked me

Worth a look

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http://www.nytimes.com/books/98/07/12/specials/lurie-asked.html

I do like to know more about my favorite authors.Here Alison Luries describes her childhood;her belief she was not pretty enough to marry and the praise she got for her  childhoodcreations.This led in an obvious direction.Ironically,she married young and spent many years as a mother and academic wife before she ever published a book.but once started she was on her true path in life.She has an unmistakable voice of her own

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Where the world collapsed into an arch


I wonder who this stranger is,
Who read my poem and walked away,
But never  weeping
On a nuclear power station in Japan

His eyes were on Libya
But he stopped here,and read and then passed
On across what was once a green English metaphor,
Garlanded with daisies.My hero,my Odysseus.
The metaphors were made for you.
The web was woven and unwoven,so
Wherefore art thou,Antonio?

Do not go gentle into that dark night
Send me an email
I’ll wash you with the grit of shells from Dover Beach,
Where the world collapsed into an arch
Across nothingness into zero itself,the sun,the moon.
All shrank into this diamond.
I give it to you,stranger.

Chekhov improves your social skills but only if you read him!

Apparently reading high brow novels increases your empathy and understanding of others more than reading chick lit or nonfiction does.

Please click on “novels”above

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Colored humor

I once got into a pickle

When my then boyfriend gave me  a tickle

I fell out of bed

But my lover fled

Just like a “new man” to be fickle.

Did you ever eat rabbits and frogs?

and things one cannot mention on blogs?

Do not despair

But leave the wolf in his lair,

And stick to a plump well fed hog

A NYT special about Alison Lurie

A NYT special about Alison Lurie

Alison Lurie has long been a favorite author of mine. I am just re-reading her at the moment.

This is a collection of reviews of all  her novels.I think the best one is, The War between the Tates.She has a delightful sense of humor and an ability  to create truly alive believable people..

I found this quote which will show you what she is like.

You can’t write well with only the nice parts of your character, and only about nice things. And I don’t want even to try anymore. I want to use everything, including hate and envy and lust and fear.”
― Alison Lurie, Real People

Stock up now.Beat the winter blues by entering a new world.