To Be

“We have a tendency to think in terms of doing and not in terms of being. We think that when we are not doing anything, we are wasting our time. But that is not true. Our time is first of all for us to be. To be what? To be alive, to be peaceful, to be joyful, to be loving. And that is what the world needs most.”  ~Thich Nhat Hanh

 And that reminded me of this, which I think is an excerpt from The Tao of Pooh by  Benjamin Hoff, ©1982:

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When I Was Ten

 “When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”  ~C.S. Lewis, On Stories: And Other Essays on Literature   

Ginny with a G

 


“I really am super lazy and doing long hair, especially mine, is a big pain in the butt. It’s filled with cowlicks and kinks and curls and frizz, and it was taking too much time in the morning.”  ~Ginnifer Goodwin

The Boys

 The opening chords are instantly recognizeable, but there’s a reason Disney censored the lyrics:

Friday night they’ll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino’s Bar ‘n’ Grill
The drink will flow and the blood will spill
And if the boys want to fight, you better let ’em

Full lyrics HERE.

Rhythm and Length

 

 Excerpted from an article in The Nation about Joan Didion:

In Blue Nights, her 2011 memoir about grief, family, and work, Didion said that when she and her husband, John Gregory Dunne, worked on dialogue for their screenplays, they would mark the time a character spent speaking before coming up with the words themselves: What was said was not as important as the rhythm and length of the speech.

That’s interesting.  That sounds more like a song than a screenplay.

You can read the whole article HERE.

The world is a collage of corporations…

 From the movie Network, 1976:

Arthur Jensen: You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it! Is that clear? You think you’ve merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU… WILL… ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a collage of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that… perfect world… in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.

Howard Beale: Why me?

Arthur Jensen: Because you’re on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.

Howard Beale: I have seen the face of God.

Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.


Just A Thing

 

Butt Poems by J. Smith is on the web HERE.

Happy

It’s a happy, bouncy little songs.  I wish someone would rewrite the lyrics to make them a little less harsh.

Full lyrics HERE.

a note of compassion

The Sound of Birds at Noon
by Dahlia Ravikovitch
from Contemporary World Poetry, ©1996
translated from the Hebrew by Chana Bloch and Ariel Bloch

This chirping
is not the least malicious.
They sing without giving us a thought
and they are as many
as the seed of Abraham.
They have a life of their own,
they fly without thinking.
Some are rare, some are common,
but every wing is grace.
Their hearts aren’t heavy
even when the peck at a worm.
Perhaps they’re light-headed.
The heavens were given to them
to rule over day and night
and when they touch a branch,
the branch is theirs.
This chirping is entirely free of malice.
Over the years
it even seems to have
a note of compassion.

(via 3 Quarks Daily)

Tiny Harmless

 “People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like ‘be realistic.”  ~Dylan Moran

Good Question.


 

Eve Of

 

Full lyics HERE.