Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. Whatever the vexations or concerns of their personal lives, their thoughts can find paths that lead to inner contentment and to renewed excitement in living. — Rachel Carson In recent weeks I've been fortunate to observe this architecturally exquisite home filled with one, ...
Beauty
Now. Play.
“Man suffers only because he takes seriously what the gods made for fun.” ~ Alan W. Watts Dusts by Mindaugas Pov https://vimeo.com/118719607 I doff my noggin topper to Mindaugas Pov for his February 4, 2015 short-short film called "Dusts", a visually enrapturing sequence overlaid with the voice of Alan W. Watts. The filmmaker from Vilnius, Lithuania limits his explanation to technical notes: ...
Paris by Night
Perhaps we all live in darkness, drawn to the flicker of light emanating from a fading affair, vagrants bumping clumsily, intentionally, hungrily in a Paris night. (Source: "Paris by Night", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) Some poems are conceived of tenderness. Others erupt violently, gasping for air. This turgid fragment from a prose poem called "Paris by Night" is neither tender nor ...
Calypso
When thirty nine sashayed in with her bodacious tatas and voluptuous curves I panicked. My dormant radar quivered to life. “Beware: Temptation.” flashed the neon pulse. And I knew. Heed not Calypso's hypnotic hips and waspy midriff, those painted lips, that coquettish paisley smile, her saccharine song. I knew it was a trap. (Source: "Calypso", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) A ...
Aging
Despite the unflinching march of time so much of the stonework at Machu Picchu remains structurally, aesthetically sound today. Precision. Perfection. Endurance. It's exhausting to even contemplate the hours, the lives it took to transform a mountaintop into a sacred city. We were fortunate to visit once. I hope to return. It's profoundly inspiring to see that some beauty improves with aging... ...
Laugh Wrinkle
“It’s a crack,” she says. “Not a wrinkle.” “Or both,” I say, gently moving her hand From my face. “Wrinkles are like cracks.” “But how could you crack your face?” “Laughing,” I say. “And smiling.” (Source: "Cracked", 40x41: Midlife Crisis Postponed) This was an amusing, real life exchange with one of my nieces that is sandwiched roughly mid-poem. It might be the best part. Perhaps the bread and ...