"you're gonna need a bigger boat" - JAWS (1975)
"buzzards gotta eat, same as worms" - The Outlaw Josey Wales (1976)
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Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Freedom of the Hills

Oh! What a joy it were in vigorous health,
To have a body, (this our vital frame
With shrinking sensibility endued,
And all the nice regards of flesh and blood)
And to the elements surrender it
As if it were a spirit! - How divine,
The liberty for frail, for mortal man
To roam at large among unpeople glens
And Mountainous retirements, only trod
By devious footsteps; regions consecrate
To oldest time! and reckless of the storm
That keeps the raven quiet in her rest,
Be as a presence or a motion, - one
Among the many there; and while the mists
Flying, and rainy vapors, call out shapes
And phantoms from crags and solid earth
As fast as musician scatters sounds
Out of an instrument; and while the streams
(As at a flight creation and in haste
To exercise their untried faculties)
Descending from the region of the clouds,
And starting from the hollows of the earth
More multitudinous every moment, rend
Their way before them - what a joy to roam
An equal among mightiest energies;
And happy sometimes with articulate voice,
Amid the deafening tumult, scarcely heard
By him that utters it, exclaim aloud,
"Be this continued so from day to day,
Nor let the fierce commotion have to end,
Ruinous through it be, from month to month!"
- Thomas Starr King
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Have you ever stepped off the trail
to look more closely at the ladyslipper
and turning back, noticed the forest closed in behind you?
The trail invisible, disappeared
as if it never was.
A look into the past -
before there was one true path, determined by men.
Or is it the future?
When the world will reclaim all paths as true.
to look more closely at the ladyslipper
and turning back, noticed the forest closed in behind you?
The trail invisible, disappeared
as if it never was.
A look into the past -
before there was one true path, determined by men.
Or is it the future?
When the world will reclaim all paths as true.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
"I came," she [Oedipa Maas] said, "hoping you could talk me out of a fantasy."
"Cherish it!" cried [Dr.] Hilarius, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by its little tentacle, don't ket the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be."
"Cherish it!" cried [Dr.] Hilarius, fiercely. "What else do any of you have? Hold it tightly by its little tentacle, don't ket the Freudians coax it away or the pharmacists poison it out of you. Whatever it is, hold it dear, for when you lose it you go over by that much to the others. You begin to cease to be."
Monday, June 8, 2009
Remembering D Day
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we live
in Flanders fields.
Take up our quarel with the foes
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders field.
- Lt. Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918) [lies buried in Flanders field]
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we live
in Flanders fields.
Take up our quarel with the foes
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders field.
- Lt. Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918) [lies buried in Flanders field]
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
The Maiden:
"It's all over! alas, it's all over now!
Go, savage man of bone!
I am still young - go, devoted one!
and do not molest me."
Death:
"Give me your hand, you fair and tender form!
I am a friend; I do not come to punish.
Be of good cheer! I am not savage.
You shall sleep gently in my arms."
This poem is the inspiration for Schubert's melancholic and sublime "Death and the Maiden" string quartet.
"It's all over! alas, it's all over now!
Go, savage man of bone!
I am still young - go, devoted one!
and do not molest me."
Death:
"Give me your hand, you fair and tender form!
I am a friend; I do not come to punish.
Be of good cheer! I am not savage.
You shall sleep gently in my arms."
This poem is the inspiration for Schubert's melancholic and sublime "Death and the Maiden" string quartet.
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