March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

Arturo Toscanini “Symphony No.3” Brahms (1. Movement)


March 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

I would like to write you a letter at some point. One of my greatest pleasures, and you would be a wonderful person to write to. To sit, of an evening, with paper and pen, before the window, and write to you. In a cafe with the waiters wondering how many coffees I will last out, they will last out. Will write to ask your address at some point, when that time comes up.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

March 21, 2014 § Leave a comment

by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Belle & Sebastian: I Want The World To Stop

March 21, 2014 § 1 Comment

Give me the morning
Give me the afternoon

Portrait of woman

March 19, 2014 § Leave a comment

by Wisława Szymborska, translation by Adam Czerniawski

Must present alternatives.
Change, but on condition that nothing changes.
That is easy, impossible, difficult, worth trying.
Her eyes are, as required, now deep blue, now grey,
black, sparkling, unaccountably filled with tears.
She sleeps with him as one of many, as the one and only.
She’ll bear him four children, no children, one.
Naive, but gives best advice.
Weak, but she’ll carry.
She has no head, so she’ll have a head,
reads Jaspers and women’s magazines.
Has no clue what this nut is for and will build a bridge.
Young, young as usual, always still young.
Holds in her hands a sparrow with a broken wing,
her own money for a long and distant journey,
a chopper, a poultice and a glass of vodka. 
Where is she running, perhaps she’s tired.
But no, only a little, very, it’s no matter.
She either loves him or she’s just stubborn.
For better, for worse and for love of God.

via Joe

March 17, 2014 § Leave a comment

The Master allows things to happen.
She shapes events as they come.
She steps out of the way
and lets the Tao speak for itself.

from chapter 45 of the Tao Te Ching by Lao-tzu, from a translation by S. Mitchell, via, via Joe


March 16, 2014 § Leave a comment

Ashton Kutcher as Steve Jobs, alongside Josh Gad who plays Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak

Ashton Kutcher as Steve Jobs, alongside Josh Gad who plays Apple co-founder Steve Wozniak

You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something – your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.

Steve Jobs

“We watched Jobs last night. Have you seen that? An interesting man, he was, though the film sort of stretched on in parts, for me. I liked watching it. I liked the little glimpses of his inspiration, when in college. I suppose also I appreciated, on a basic level, a few parallels between he and I, and that he was adopted, and did not take his degree. But, those things are just silly mirrors and not reasons in themselves (recognition). I liked the little glimpses the film gave of his inspiration most of all, as I said.

To paraphrase: simplify everything, as much as you are able. You will notice how good life feels.

Yes! Yes, totally. I liked his individuality, his weirdness. His being unflinchingly so: as he was. The strange walk, the bare feet, the jeans and turtle necks and round glasses. The intensity. I did not like his often disregard for friends, relationships, humans. Not at all… and yet he realised that, the film suggested at least. His error there.

I have a friend, a highly, highly sensitive artist, who moves very personally. The way he holds his body, sits, dresses, is entirely his own and true to himself. That I like very much.

Jobs of course was highly intelligent and an extremely good communicator. He sourced in others what he needed in terms of skills, and he was able to talk business. Fucking sharp, and a visionary perfectionist. Hugely-flawed man of course, don’t get me wrong… But we are all so.

It is the misfits and the rebels and the square pegs who change the world, or so his character is seen to say at the end of the film.”

(from message to Nick)

To cite Jobs again:

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

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