the thought police are doing a number on the old professor’s head
Monthly Archives: September 2021
Sundays
are for kicking back relaxing reading writing crosswords sports on the boob tube or… just being a lazy ass…
Interesting People
When I venture out for a walk, I sometimes meet some interesting people…from all walks of life. They could be dog walkers…people going or returning from an errand…the homeless… some of them I’ve gotten to know over the past few years…sometimes I’ll give them a dollar or two, as I know how it is toContinue reading “Interesting People”
“Stories only happen to those who are able to tell them.” ~Paul Auster
What is
what is reality what is real what is fake what is true not even going to try and figure it out just crawl back into my niche and live
The Creative Center Of A Writer’s Life
“Reading is the creative center of a writer’s life. I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in. The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as in long swallows. Waiting rooms were made for books— of course! ButContinue reading “The Creative Center Of A Writer’s Life”
summer
came to an end at 3:21 pm past history in a flash like it was all a blur that was real
Walking Aimlessly
early morning coffee in hand pounding the pavement saying hi to everyone yet no plan as to where he is going
Knowing…Not Knowing
We have to cross the boundary between knowing and not knowing many times before we achieve understanding. ~David Hawkins
The Sound Of Water
Anyone who has become entranced by the sound of water drops in the darkness of a ruin can attest to the extraordinary capacity of the ear to carve a volume into the void of darkness. The space traced by the ear becomes a cavity sculpted in the interior of the mind. ~Steven Holl
“Man is the only creature that refuses to be what he is.” ~Albert Camus
Never complain. Never Explain. ~Katharine Hepburn
The Greatest Achievement
“The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in the egg, and in the highest vision of the soul a waking angel stirs. Dreams are the seedlings of realities.” ~ James Allen, Writer, 1864 – 1912