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 24 Oct 2005 @ 20:45, by silviamar. Ideas, Creativity
This is my first poem written directly in English instead of in Spanish. I've been trying for a while to write poetry in English to see how it feels. Any journey starts with one step, and this is my little one :-) More >
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 19 Oct 2005 @ 13:07, by scotty. Ideas, Creativity
There once was a bunch of tiny frogs, who
arranged a running competition. The goal was to
reach the top of a very high tower. A big crowd
had gathered around the tower to see the race and
cheer on the contestants.
The race began...
Honestly...No one in the crowd really believed
that the tiny frogs would reach the top of the
tower. You heard statements such as: "Oh, WAY
too difficult!!! They will NEVER make it to the
top!!!" Or "Not a chance that they will succeed.
The tower is too high!!!"
The tiny frogs began collapsing. One by
one...Except for those, who in a fresh tempo,
were climbing higher and higher.
The crowd continued to yell, "It is too
difficult!!! No one will make it!!!" More tiny
frogs got tired and gave up...But ONE continued
higher and higher and higher. This one wouldn't
give up!!!
At the end everyone else had given up climbing
the tower, except for the one tiny frog who,
after a big effort, was the only one who reached
the top!
THEN all of the other tiny frogs naturally wanted
to know how this one frog managed to do it. A
contestant asked the tiny frog how he had found
the
strength to succeed and reach the goal. It
turned out...That the winner was DEAF!!!
The wisdom of this story is:
NEVER listen to other people's tendencies to be
negative or pessimistic...because they take your
most wonderful dreams and wishes away from
you...the ones you have in your heart!!!
Always think of the power words have. Because
everything you hear and read
will affect your actions!!!
Therefore: ALWAYS be...POSITIVE!!! And above
all: Be DEAF when people
tell YOU that you cannot fulfill your dreams!!!
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 17 Oct 2005 @ 14:24, by ming. Ideas, Creativity
I was just reading this long, fascinating exposée in New York Magazine about JT Leroy. He has been this sort of cult literary genius in the last few years. He's written several books, and the screenplay to the film "The Heart is Deceitful Above all Things", which Asia Argento currently is directing and starring in. He's supposedly a former child prostitute and junkie and mistreated child, who has a gift for writing about his experiences. And he has many celebrity supporters and great connections in the literary world. He's also in a rock band, and has a line of clothing, and various other ventures. The trouble is that hardly anybody has met him, including many of his friends. He's supposedly agoraphobic, so when, rarely, he shows up at one of his own book readings or some other event, it is in wig and sunglasses, and he seems to have nothing to say. So, some people are getting suspicious about whether he maybe doesn't really exist, and he's some kind of elaborate hoax.
Now, the main reason that I at all care, as I haven't read his books, is that I incidentally host his website and that of his band Thistle. And, you know, I normally only host websites for friends, for people I know. As to his website, I sort of took over somebody else's favor to a friend, as it was on some other server I managed, and when that was taken down, the easiest was just to put it on my own server.
And when I originally looked at the site, I didn't get much wiser as to who that really was for. I mean, JT Leroy sounds a little mysterious, or as somebody famous I'm supposed to know. And the website mainly contained listings of mentions, publicity, articles about or by JT Leroy, sightings, etc. And I gathered as much as that he was writing something, and that he had something to do with a band, even though he wasn't really in it. But mainly that he was some kind of cult figure, without it being clear why.
He's always been friendly, albeit a little brief, in e-mails. Although I've mostly dealt with a string of different supporting people who have worked on his website. And not much really, as I didn't have anything to do with it other than to provide the server space. Which is no big deal.
But now, the article mentioned makes a pretty strong case for him not even existing. That he's an invention of Laura Albert, who's the singer in Thistle, who apparently have somewhat of a gift for impersonating different people. And that's quite a feat, since many people have spent hours on the phone with him, and developed a great trust and respect for him. And he has after all showed up and met people once in a while, even though he didn't always look the same, and that the person who showed up often seemed to be remarkably ignorant of what he just had talked with people about on the phone.
Anyway, what do I know. He seems like an intriguing character, whether he exists or not. More >
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 16 Oct 2005 @ 12:48, by koravya. Ideas, Creativity
Rain in the River Valley, night into light.
White gold sunset over the full flowing river by the cottonwood forest,
lighting the undergrowth from around the base of the great grandfather
and the three graces.
If somebody knows, then nobody’s telling,
cause it sounds like nobody knows.
Rocks tumble from the sky, peppering the landscape.
Magnetic vibrations emanate from within.
The air is full of raindrops, splattering the leaves and rocks.
Whirlwind in the night
carves the swaying stems of grass
into a sign written with the finger of symmetry.
[link]
*/*_-* More >
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 13 Oct 2005 @ 07:36, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Hallowe’en Feast
Strange things happen on Hallowe’en
With few survivors of things unseen
You dare to explore the woodland trails
Ignoring the legends and scary tales More >
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 13 Oct 2005 @ 05:42, by judih. Ideas, Creativity
a dark morning
a sunny thought
a wind-chilled factor
that leaves dreams on fire
a 13th thursday, skateboard and bred
ridicule on the high note
bungee to the low
a pizza in the making
a cloud-burst avenue on the take
wall street crashed, burnt and spent
a tour of a gallery
a stroll in comfort park
barefoot with toenails to squander
a leap down exile boulevard
a Lou Reed with Warhol to spare
a gesture towards anonymity
a sudden revelation
and a quick farewell
judih More >
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 8 Oct 2005 @ 05:58, by judih. Ideas, Creativity
small warehouse
suddenly inside-out
voices that squirm within
shout without
abandon!
abundance dance dance in aisles and chairs
folding and unfolding
original origami - paper revealing new truths
howl going round the crowd More >
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 3 Oct 2005 @ 08:18, by jazzolog. Ideas, Creativity
Everything you learned in school as "obvious" becomes less and less obvious as you begin to study the universe. For example, there are no solids in the universe; not even the suggestion of a solid. There are no absolute continuums. There are no surfaces. There are no straight lines.
---R. Buckminster Fuller
People born into this floating world
Quickly become like roadside dust:
At dawn, little children,
By sunset, white-haired and old,
With no inner understanding
They struggle without cease.
I ask the children of the universe,
Why do you bother to pass this way?
---Ryokan
We are all many persons. Some of these people we know and others we don't---only someone else knows them. Some of these people we like and some of them we don't like....All of this is music; it is the music of our lives if we could only stop and listen. Music doesn't have any meaning; you can't explain it. Eating a meal doesn't have any meaning, either, but if there's no eating there's no life, and if we don't hear music we can't dance. This is our practice---to eat our meals and clean up; to dance to the music of our lives, each one in our own way, and then die when it's time.
---Norman Fischer
The painting by Marshall Arisman was done for an issue of Time magazine on violent crime, and can be seen online here [link]
What follows are some accompanying notes to a CD I've been assembling and creating essentially as a gift for an old friend whose birthday is fast approaching. Now I think I'll make a few more copies to send out to friends who might be interested. (Let me know if you'd like one.) The reason I decided to publish the notes like this is Mr. Arisman, whom you'll meet, is being honored with a retrospective of recent paintings later this month and continuing through December at the Brooklyn Lyceum (details at his website the link to which is in the text below). I didn't know that when I wrote this, but it does seem like a good opportunity to advertise the exhibition as repayment of the many gifts of his friendship. It looks as if the opening will be October 22nd, and I certainly wish I could be there. If you'll be in the New York area the next few months, you may want to get down to Brooklyn. And if you see Marshall, tell him "Philly Joe says Hello."
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 2 Oct 2005 @ 08:02, by uncleremus. Ideas, Creativity
Know thyself, these two words were inscribed on the oracle-shrine of Apollo at Delphi, Greece (6th century B.C.). In Grendel, by John Gardner (1971), the same phrase, however, appears with this somewhat unexpected twist in one of the Dragon's dialogues with Grendel:
"Find a pile of gold and sit on it." More >
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 21 Sep 2005 @ 16:58, by jhs. Ideas, Creativity
(part 1 skipped)
a few words:
pakkha – energize [leap up]
citta – mind [heart]
paviveka - solitude, isolation, not-being-mixed [seclusion]
nekkhamma – not-doing, non-activity, neutralization of polarity [renunciation]
santano – holy, important, an eternal truth. [peace]
paccayo yena – the sequence/dependency of conditions
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[PTS collection page 439 bottom]
evametaņ ānanda, evametaņ ānanda,
So it is, Anando. So it is, Anando.
mayhampi kho ānanda, pubbeva sambodhā anabhisambuddhassa bodhisattasseva sato etadahosi:
even for me, Anando, before fully awakened, as a not-fully-awakened-Bodhisattva-Being, I thought:
'sādhu nekkhammaņ, sādhu paviveko'ti.
very good is neutralization (of polarity), very good is not-being-mixed.
tassa mayhaņ ānanda nekkhamme cittaņ na pakkhandati
in this way, for me, Anando, the neutralization did not energize my mind
nappasîdati na santiêêhati na vimuccati,
did not persist, was not stable, was not liberated.
etaņ santanti passato.
“This is holy” was not perceived. More >
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