Wednesday, August 21, 2013

I am a Dreamer on Rakhi Day

"I intend to live forever. So far, so good!"
~ Steven Wright (Wrong Steve? It might have been the Godfather Steve M ;-)

“Every story has already been told. Once you've read Anna Karenina, Bleak House, The Sound and the Fury, To Kill a Mockingbird and A Wrinkle in Time, you understand that there is really no reason to ever write another novel. Except that each writer brings to the table, if (he) she will let (himself) herself, something that no one else in the history of time has ever had."
― Anna Quindlen [Wisdom atCommencement Speech; Mount Holyoke College, May 23, 1999]”

Hills. Arnhem land. Meadow grass of Vrbov - Mamka's & Gitka's deserts - the world after a snow fall - wood chips from my dad's workshop - Aga's love for doors and windows - the smell of the forest after the rain - spring and fall seasons - roasted pumpkin and chestnuts - cognacs and Bawa's single malts by a fire - ocean air - stones and pebbles - leather - wood - shadows and reflections. The random things I love. Antiques. Old tools. Mitchell road. Malchkeoun's secret garden ...

Ideal HOme ~ Vintage inspirations ~ amazing Home ~ Old farm ~ via Micasaessucasa ~ minimal wood ~ Every saint has a past ... via oyster dirt ~ Tour de France ~ bungalow ~ silence

“Go into yourself. Find out the reason that commands you to write; see whether it has spread its roots into the very depths of your heart; confess to yourself whether you would have to die if you were forbidden to write.
This most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I write? Dig into yourself for a deep answer. And if this answer rings out in assent, if you meet this solemn question with a strong, simple “I must,” then build your life in accordance with this necessity; your whole life, even into its humblest and most indifferent hour, must become a sign and witness to this impulse. Then come close to Nature. Then, as if no one had ever tried before, try to say what you see and feel and love and lose...
...Describe your sorrows and desires, the thoughts that pass through your mind and your belief in some kind of beauty - describe all these with heartfelt, silent, humble sincerity and, when you express yourself, use the Things around you, the images from your dreams, and the objects that you remember. If your everyday life seems poor, don’t blame it; blame yourself; admit to yourself that you are not enough of a poet to call forth its riches; because for the creator there is not poverty and no poor, indifferent place. And even if you found yourself in some prison, whose walls let in none of the world’s sounds – wouldn’t you still have your childhood, that jewel beyond all price, that treasure house of memories? Turn your attentions to it. Try to raise up the sunken feelings of this enormous past; your personality will grow stronger, your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes by, far in the distance. - And if out of this turning-within, out of this immersion in your own world, poems come, then you will not think of asking anyone whether they are good or not. Nor will you try to interest magazines in these works: for you will see them as your dear natural possession, a piece of your life, a voice from it. A work of art is good if it has arisen out of necessity. That is the only way one can judge it.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke