When the dust settles, an interesting article about Charles Dickens visiting New York and elsewhere in the U.S. Charles Dickens in U.S.
Posts Tagged ‘writing
Merry Christmas kind folks…
morning light…
“Oh! that my soul had winged its flight,
When first I saw the morning light,
To worlds of liberty!”
George Moses Horton, slave/self taught/poet
“Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.” Cyril Connolly
Chinese writing…
Perhaps someone could explain the meaning? I could not locate the usual, nearby explanation for what I was viewing beyond a pleasing water feature.
Voodoo & Observation
Seekers always looking for a magic potion, a bullet. Betting the farm on a color, a size, a shape of fly. Carrying an arsenal of what if’s & maybe’s. Sometimes their face bears the glassy eyed true believer’s look as they finally meet the divine. Almost sacred, yes actually sacred, a mystique is built upon the entire pursuit of the sea run trout…the steelhead. Pick a color…your color? Or the fish’s color? Gear tuned, fortunes spent, easily rationalized…what price Nirvana? Not the warm, up canyon winds of Summer now, but rather the hammer smashing frozen fingertips of Winter. Rods, lines, loads, casts and in the end the most important: presentation and voodoo magic.
The flow of ideas…….
“May what I do flow from me like a river, no forcing and no holding back, the way it is with children.” Rainer Rilke