The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.?
Mary Oliver – When Death Comes
When death comes like the hungry bear in autumn; when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse to buy me, and snaps the purse shut; when death comes like the measle-pox when death comes like an iceberg between the shoulder blades, I want to step through the door full of curiosity, …
The Gift of our Enemy
In response to the Chinese invasion of Tibet: "The Tibetans say that an enemy is the greatest teacher, because only an enemy can help develop patience and compassion. (from the movie "Seven Years in Tibet") Let us contemplate this idea.
Friedrich Nietzsche
And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
Anna Akhmatova – Everything is Plundered
Everything is plundered, betrayed, sold, Death’s great black wing scrapes the air, Misery gnaws to the bone. Why then do we not despair? By day, from the surrounding woods, cherries blow summer into town; at night the deep transparent skies glitter with new galaxies. And the miraculous comes so close to the ruined, dirty houses …
A.A. Milne – Wind on the Hill
No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It’s flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn’t keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow with the wind For a day and …
Lonely Places
Luke 5:16 “Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.” Verses such as this are often used to encourage prayer, which, I suppose, is a legitimate encouragement. However, I wonder about the word “lonely”. What are these lonely places? And why does prayer happen in these lonely places. Perhaps there is merit in thinking that the …
Julien Green
The greatest explorer on this earth never takes voyages as long as those of the [one] who descends to the depth of [one’s] heart.
Martin Buber – I and Thou
To be freed from belief that there is no freedom is indeed to be free.
Mary Oliver – What Can We Do About God
what can we do about god, who makes and then breaks every god-forsaken, beautiful day? what can we do about all those graves in the woods, in old pastures in small towns in the bellies of cities? god’s heavy footsteps through the braken through the bog through the dark wood his breath like a swollen river his switch, …
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