Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts
Showing posts with label quote. Show all posts
Saturday, November 25, 2017
Let's Be Thankful for Those Things
"Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things."
Philippians 4:8 King James Version (KJV)
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
Thursday, April 13, 2017
"Perhaps the earth can teach us..."
Perhaps the earth can teach us
As when everything seems dead
And later proves to be alive
—Pablo Neruda
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
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Thursday, November 3, 2016
"The world's otherness..."
“The world’s otherness is antidote to confusion [and] standing within this otherness — the beauty and the mystery of the world, out in the fields or deep inside books — can re-dignify the worst-stung heart.”
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
Friday, September 9, 2016
"May you trust..."
Saturday, July 16, 2016
"All is vanity..."
"All is vanity, all falsehood, except that infinite sky."
-- Leo Tolstoy, "War and Peace"
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Austen with a Twist: Lyme Park & the Shirt
“It has been coming on so gradually, that I hardly know when
it began. But I believe I must date it from my first seeing his beautiful
grounds at Pemberley.”
--Elizabeth Bennet on falling in love with Mr. Darcy
If you ever find yourself in Disley, Cheshire, England, be sure to visit "Pemberley" -- Lyme Park's mansion and gardens. The estate became the seat of the mysterious Mr. Darcy (in the 1995 BBC TV series "Pride and Prejudice") and it swept Lizzy off her feet.
It was either Pemberley or the shirt that did it. I'd say it was the latter, although Jane Austen never wrote the now famous 'plunging in the lake' scene. Somehow I think she wouldn't have had any problem with it.
What if you're on the opposite side of the Pond? No worries. Head on to Washington, DC in August. Get a feel of Pemberley at the Folger Shakespeare Library. See "The Shirt."
Or just watch this clip. Enjoy the view.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
It was either Pemberley or the shirt that did it. I'd say it was the latter, although Jane Austen never wrote the now famous 'plunging in the lake' scene. Somehow I think she wouldn't have had any problem with it.
What if you're on the opposite side of the Pond? No worries. Head on to Washington, DC in August. Get a feel of Pemberley at the Folger Shakespeare Library. See "The Shirt."
Or just watch this clip. Enjoy the view.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (aka Happy)
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Paris lives
Pale as the morning stars, the moments fall.
Across the world another's hurting, I
Read more into the soaring leitmotiv
“I is another," I'll again be whole,
Shine in the rising sun, November leaves.
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Raindrops on my window
"It is not the language of painters but the language of nature which one should listen to, the feeling for the things themselves, for reality is more important than the feeling for pictures."
Live for the Love of it,
Happy
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Weekly Wikems. Zoetrope.
Hi everyone, it's Thursday. Wikems time.
Wikipedia poems - wikems.
Here's the idea:
- Each Thursday I post a link to a Wikipedia article, a quote from it and my wikem inspired by that quote.
- I invite you to check out the article, searching for a quote that clicks with you. (You are free to use the quote I provide if it happens to be the one.)
- Once you've found your quote, use it as an epigraph, write your wikem, and post a link to it in the comments below. (You are welcome to post your wikem directly in the comments if you prefer.)
Let's begin:
I've come across several articles lately describing poetry workshops for patients with dementia and Alzheimer's. I admire people like Molly Meyer. See what she does: http://www.mindseyepoetry.com/index.html
As I was reading about dementia, I caught myself thinking about a device called "zoetrope" - in a way it helped me understand the "mechanism" of dementia a little better. Zoetrope. I love the word. So, here's your article for today:
Here's my wikem:
ZOETROPE
Head
spinning,
she
peers into her mind
through
the slits
of
carefully spaced
moments
of delusion.
A
memory
rushes
before her eyes,
jerky
bits
arranged
to produce
an
illusion of motion.
Her
life turns
over
and over again
till
she’s pulled
back
into the conscious
from
her one reality.
Thank you for reading my wikem.
I look forward to reading yours.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
Sunday, February 1, 2015
"...do whatever it takes..."
"Following my passion changed my life, and I would recommend to everyone to forget about New Year’s resolutions and seize the opportunity of this New Year to do whatever it takes to start living the life they want." - Joanne Clancy
http://www.indiesunlimited.com/2015/02/01/follow-your-passion/
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Weekly Wikems. White.
Hi everyone, it's Thursday. Wikems time.
Wikipedia poems - wikems.
Here's the idea:
- Each Thursday I post a link to a Wikipedia article, a quote from it and my wikem inspired by that quote.
- I invite you to check out the article, searching for a quote that clicks with you. (You are free to use the quote I provide if it happens to be the one.)
- Once you've found your quote, use it as an epigraph, write your wikem, and post a link to it in the comments below. (You are welcome to post your wikem directly in the comments if you prefer.)
This is what my backyard looks like when we get snow. The picture is not from this week - the blizzard didn't reach us at all - no, it's actually from last week. We had one perfect winter day. The following morning the snow was gone.
So, here's your Wikipedia article:
Here's my wikem:
THE COLOR OF FIRE
“White
is the color of fresh snow…the color produced by the combination of all the
colors of the visible spectrum.”
The flames slip in
through the drawn blinds,
dance on the crisp sheets,
cool - hot to the touch.
Winter storms blaze,
through the drawn blinds,
dance on the crisp sheets,
cool - hot to the touch.
Winter storms blaze,
lit
their way, as they explore
each
other’s intricate lines,
never
taking the same path.
White
light is all they see–
the
prism of time will
disperse
it into colors–
for
now they are blind.
Blind,
and the snow
comes
down, hard, steady,
and
the wild fire rages,
and
they burn clear.
Thank you for reading my wikem.
I look forward to reading yours.
I look forward to reading yours.
Live for the Love of it,
Sasha A. Palmer (a.k.a. "Happy")
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