The Magic of the Cities.

Zen promotes the rediscovery of the obvious, which is so often lost in its familiarity and simplicity. It sees the miraculous in the common and magic in our everyday surroundings. When we are not rushed, and our minds are unclouded by conceptualizations, a veil will sometimes drop, introducing the viewer to a world unseen since childhood. ~ John Greer

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Showing posts with label windy night. Show all posts

Monday, November 25, 2013

Windy Picnic


Honest criticism means nothing: what one wants is unrestrained passion, fire for fire.

There are two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy.

The ordinary man is involved in action, the hero acts. An immense difference.

Life, as it is called, is for most of us one long postponement.

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
Henry Miller


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Friday, August 19, 2011

Thunders


Raindrops on 14th Street. NYC
Tomorrow back to Mexico City
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Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Tree People


Wakening from the dreaming forest there, the hazel-sprig
sang under my tongue, its drifting fragrance
climbed up through my conscious mind
as if suddenly the roots I had left behind
cried out to me, the land I had lost with my childhood -
and I stopped, wounded by the wandering scent.
- Pablo Neruda -

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Natura Morte


Toni Morrison:
Birth, life, and death -- each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

Ralph Waldo Emerson:
The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some 20 or 30 farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all the parts, that is, the poet.

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