January 2011
For as much as I have accumulated all that I am, little do I remember everything that has made me into what I am. There are things that have faded into shadow making me the mystery of what I am. Little can I put my finger on it than you can put your finger on the wind.
As time passes so do all things pass with it.
You must learn to ride the waves or be swept away by the currents.
All the little disturbances of life are but ripples in the greater cosmos.
Process, not stasis.
Although he could never be sure, for how could he know, the world would still be there long after he faded away. But that was not the most important thing. Yes, the world would remain, but what of this world without him. A raven wheeled high in the winter sky against a background of harsh sun, bright blue and mare’s tails sweeping from across the high arc. He didn’t have to worry about...
Eventually the mechanism fails, eventually the organism dies, but oh, what a glorious decay!
He was so blinded when he walked into the morning light that he thought he had walked into eternity.
As far as I’m concerned, the world will end the moment I die. Anything after that is your problem. You’ll have to keep it going.
Sometimes he wished he could tell them what this all meant but then he realized they would stop asking questions.
Nobody told him that when you make a snow angel you were supposed to lie on your back. Then again nobody told him you should do it with your clothes on. It must have been a simpler time.
Don’t tell me that sometimes you don’t wish it would go away, this world of men, so that you alone might enjoy what is left, the wind, your mistress, the stars in a clear night sky and perhaps an aurora sneaking down from the north to dance its ghostly dance to the unheard music of the cosmos in the darkest of night skies.
It is amazing how clean the cold air feels after a snowstorm has passed and the sun comes out. The world, messy as it is, becomes a beautiful place, although I would rather be in a cabin far to the north and miles away from the hullaballoo that this life brings, sitting on a rough-hewn porch loking out over a snowy expanse, listening to the wind make the branches sing and the call of a cardinal as...
You could erase the stars from the sky and I would not love the night any less.
“We have brought down chaos upon ourselves,” he said. “One of those unintended consequences of unwillingness to understand the greater complexities.”
“It was never unintended,” said his companion, looking out upon the vast expanse of snow. “We think we can win. There are costs, of course, and there will be suffering. But in the end, we think we can...
There are things I should have done, but it’s too late, it’s too late. There are things that I must do, but they can wait, they can wait.
Once the snows have melted and gone, you will realize what it is you left behind, lost in the leaf litter and the ravages of time.
The clean brilliance of the sun-dazzled snow belies what lies below, what lies below.
He was old before time started but younger than tomorrow’s first inkling.
At Great Scott in Allston for Fight Amp, Rosetta and Kylesa.
Ultimately it was the hunger that drove him, right until the end.
And he fed every one of his senses with as much as he could take in. Comprehension would come later when he looked inside. But as long as he was living and breathing he was tied to this world and the tethers that kept him connected were his eyes and his ears and his mouth and his nose and his skin, and until they connected the wires this was what fed his brain. All the things that were beautiful...
Beware of anyone who tells you they have all the answers. They’re probably trying to sell you something.
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Make mistakes. It’s the only way that you learn there are consequences to everything you do. In so doing, perhaps you will discover that wisdom is more evident than it might seem.
I am merely a man, and even I cannot forestall the inevitable. Death, too, will wrap me in her arms and make me one of her children.
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I still find a kind of transcendence in standing in the middle of a crowded club, only feet from the stand, listening to the loudest possible music permeated every inch of my body and my brain, head bobbing to the beat, drums pounding relentless thunder in lockstep with the bass, guitars soaring and the guttural roar of a human voice above the din. Foillow you bliss, man, follow your fucking...
I heard a cardinal in a tree predawn before the sun had hit the sky with its burning jollity singing with defiance to the listening world that he was still there after a long dark cold night, that today was another day in which the world would deal with him, that this is where he would make his stand and live, live, live in the face of it all. And all I could think was righteous, man, definitely...
And in his last will and testament, he left her a wry grin.
It was not too long after he was gone that the world started to fall into the hole that was left by his absence. All things, living and not, gravitated toward this non-place, it’s fearful magnetism reaching out to grab anything within proximity, furniture, birds, small pets, streetlamps. All of them vanished, some without a cry, some with terrible noise. No one dared approach the nexus. No...
Sometimes I look forward to what I am going to say because I never know what might tumble out of my mind when I open the gate, the words spilling higgly-piggly over each other to spring out and make their impression like eager children trying to impress their elders before they learn better.
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Of what good is an attitude, an opinion, that you won’t take credit for?
There’s nothing wrong with stumbling as long as you stumble in the direction you want to go.
If anything, fall forward. You’ll gain more yardage.
I’m not so worried about where I came from. I can’t change that. I’m concerned with where I’m going, which direction makes more sense and will provide more answers to the questions I continue to ask.
Too much of the past becomes mythical when it wasn’t so much different than it is now.
Having been there, it’s not the way you think you remember it.
Too much is spent looking for worlds which never existed when time should be spent in remaking what you can of the world in the image you would want.
“You’re sure this is the right thing to do?”
“What does being sure have to do with it?”
Know your ignorance.
There was a time when I knew more than I know now, but I’ve grown up.
This is the eternity of now.
Everything in existence is a temporary state of affairs on some time scale.
Days after the snowstorm the town looked like an old man in soiled underwear who hadn’t washed or shaved for weeks.
He looked at the dirty snow banks and reflected that purity truly was only a transient state of existence.
Even Einstein on his best was only as good as his last equation. And, yes folks, even he will be replaced if he hasn’t been already.
He was always walking out of conversations before the story was finished.
He was always dropping hints that the foolish picked up like hungry crows only to find that they wouldn’t fill their stomachs or their minds.