Writer on the Beach

Jealousy

2006-11-13T22:27:00.000-08:00

Jealousy

The jealousy of an ego-bound woman
is hideous and fearful,
it is so much stronger than her love could ever be.
The jealousy of an ego-bound woman
is a fearful thing to behold
The ego revealed in all its monstrous inhumanity.

~ D.H. Lawrence

The love of books...

2006-10-25T08:49:00.000-07:00

All that mankind has done, thought or been: it is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books. ~ Thomas Carlyle

August in October

2006-10-13T18:51:00.000-07:00

August

by Dorothy Parker

When my eyes are weeds,
And my lips are petals, spinning
Down the wind that has beginning
Where the crumpled beeches start
In a fringe of salty reeds;
When my arms are elder-bushes,
And the rangy lilac pushes
Upward, upward through my heart;
Summer, do your worst!
Light your tinsel moon, and call on
Your performing stars to fall on
Headlong through your paper sky;
Nevermore shall I be cursed
By a flushed and amorous slattern,
With her dusty laces’ pattern
Trailing, as she straggles by.

To risk...

2006-10-11T12:29:00.000-07:00

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk being called sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams before them is to risk being called naive.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair, and to try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is nothing and becomes nothing.
He [or she] may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn and feel and change and grow and love and live.
Chained by his certitudes, he is a slave, he’s forfeited his freedom.
Only the person who risks is truly free.

~ Dr. Leo Buscaglia

Young Love

2006-10-08T10:03:00.000-07:00

Angry Sea

2006-10-01T03:34:00.000-07:00

Beautiful dancers

2006-09-22T05:35:00.000-07:00

The Waste Land

2006-09-17T11:06:00.000-07:00

Just a small taste of a masterpiece. To read the entire poem, click here.

The Waste Land
by
T. S. Elliot

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD

April is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled, And I was frightened. He said, Marie,
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

High tide

2006-09-15T17:17:00.000-07:00

Romeo and Juliet

2006-09-13T06:28:00.000-07:00

Romeo and Juliet depicted in the movies...

and in art...

One of my favorite poems

2006-09-11T22:45:00.000-07:00

This poem has always touched me. The woman seemed self-destructive, and I wanted to save her.

Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.

Anne Sexton(1928-1974)

Testing, testing

2006-09-10T22:16:00.000-07:00

I'm setting up a new blog...just testing.

I still need to set up the links, but it looks like we're good to go.