Friday, April 29, 2016

Dipping into Anne LaMott's Bird by Bird this morning, at the gym, came across these lines:

"My favorite moment in Jeanne Moreau's latest movie - a comedy called The Summer House -  takes place in  a kitchen, when she proclaims every human being has something to cry about. When mocked by the owner of the kitchen and pressed to say what it is that we have to cry about, she tosses back her head of flaming red hair and says, 'The winds of solitude roaring at the edge of infinity.'"

Martin Sherman is listed as the writer for that 1993 film. 

Saturday, April 2, 2016

I am grateful to Frank Wilczek, writing about the Intel science awards in today's WSJ, for this quote which, as he says, captures the "liberating possibility" of becoming "one element of a larger, more enduring whole." It is from Albert Einstein, in 1950:

"A human being is part of the whole, called by us 'Universe,' a part limited in time and space...separated from the rest - a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness...Not to nourish the delusion but to try to overcome it is the way to reach the attainable measure of peace of mind."

I think this is also what it means to publish a book - or perhaps even only to speak your voice and have at least one other voice hear it, down the line, a voice who will carry some measure of yours forward - a measure you the speaker most likely cannot anticipate or ever hear.

Friday, April 1, 2016

                     Be grateful for luck. Pay the thunder no mind - listen to the birds.
                     And don't hate nobody.
                                                             - Eubie Blake

Friday, March 18, 2016

This quote from Henry Moore is tacked to the bulletin board in front of my computer. It's about art, and career, and is passionate and idealistic. It also speaks to me of the revision process, and making those decisions about when to call something finished - or finished at least until you catch your breath and your brain can think through the text well enough to make another try:

"The secret of life is to have a task, something you devote your entire life to, something you bring everything to, every minute of the day for the rest of your life. And the most important thing is, it must be something you cannot possibly do."

Wednesday, March 16, 2016

Nonsense limericks - #1

With a young audience in mind, and as a writing exercise - and to amuse myself - I've been composing limericks about household objects. Here's a thought from a daydreaming sink:

          A thought from a daydreaming sink:
“I wish I could be an ice rink,
filled up with thick ice
for skating white mice,
all gliding and twirling in sync.”