But I am woolgathering. Forgive me. I am not a literary man.
A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
— George Bernard Shaw
People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.
— Lemony Snicket
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
— Gilda Radner
FLUENT
I would love to live
Like a river flows,
Carried by the surprise
Of its own unfolding.
John O’Donohue in Conamara Blues: Poems
Song: “The River” by Anathallo
ArtistAnathallo
TitleThe River
AlbumCanopy Glow
I have an endless scream in me,
and I don’t know which is screaming, my heart
or my intestines. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Song the Blind Man Sings,” in Selected Poems, trans. Robert Bly (via c-ovet)
and I don’t know which is screaming, my heart
or my intestines. — Rainer Maria Rilke, from “The Song the Blind Man Sings,” in Selected Poems, trans. Robert Bly (via c-ovet)
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