November 2011
October 2011
I couldn’t breathe without music. I mean that. I’ve got a cup of green tea and an open window and Vietnam-era Americana music playing. So appreciative of every instant of my life.
Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Bob Dylan
“Why should she give her bounty to the dead?
What is divinity if it can come
Only in silent shadows and in dreams?
Shall she not find in comforts of the sun,
In pungent fruit and bright, green wings, or else
In any balm or beauty of the earth,
Things to be cherished like the thought of heaven?
Divinity must live within herself:
Passions of rain, or moods in falling snow;
Grievings in loneliness, or unsubdued
Elations when the forest blooms; gusty
Emotions on wet roads on autumn nights;
All pleasures and all pains, remembering
The bough of summer and the winter branch.
These are the measures destined for her soul.”
- Wallace Stevens