… served up for what we meant to say. It’s a place to be ample and grateful, to make room for those events and people closest to our hearts.
—Tess Gallagher on poet and writer Raymond Carver
Decisions and revisions which a minute will reverse
… served up for what we meant to say. It’s a place to be ample and grateful, to make room for those events and people closest to our hearts.
—Tess Gallagher on poet and writer Raymond Carver
… not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.
—Theodore Roosevelt, Speech at the Sorbonne, Paris, April 23, 1910
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.
—Jack Kerouac, On the Road
We believe we believe
Beyond the cable car streets
And the picture window
Lives the glittering crumbling night
Of obstructions and the stark structures
That carry wires over the mountain
One writes in the presence of something
Moving close to fear
I dare pity no one
Let the rafters pity
The air in the room
Under the rafters
Pity
In the continual sound
Are chords
Not yet struck
Which will be struck
Nevertheless yes
—George Oppen, from Some San Francisco Poems: Section 5
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—”Goddamn it, you’ve got to be kind.”
—Kurt Vonnegut, God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater
Affable rogue & gadabout in the employ of a very unusual travel company. B-list travel blogger. Erstwhile teacher. Husband to Katie. Father to Ellis Sofia. Superb at parallel parking. A man with a dream—a very simple dream, mostly involving nachos and beer, but a dream nevertheless. [More...]
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