permission

TAURUS: You don’t have to be anything you don’t want to be, Taurus. Please read that last sentence again, drinking it in as if it were an elixir you’ve been longing for since you were 13 years old. Here are some corollaries: You don’t have to live up to anyone’s expectations. There’s no need to strive for a kind of perfection that’s not very interesting to you. You don’t have to believe in ideas that make you sad or tormented, and you don’t have to feel emotions that others try to manipulate you into feeling. In short, you are free to be exactly who you want to be. Celebrate that this Halloween season. Costume yourself as the person you’ve been hiding.

rob brezsny

for ian nicholas theriac (1981-2008)

who knows if the moon’s

a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
(and if you and i should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

always
it’s
Spring)and everyone’s

in love and flowers pick themselves

e.e. cummings

perspective

“All we really have to do is put a roof over our heads and meals on the table. Beyond that our time can be better spent enjoying our lives, being with the people we love, creating things we love that don’t harm the earth, and contributing something meaningful to the world.”

Elaine St. James

kuchnia

this is my kitchen floor (irather likeit)

if poetry were anything

“If poetry were anything–like dropping an atombomb–which anyone did, anyone could become a poet merely by doing the necessary anything; whatever that anything might or might not entail. But (as it happens) poetry is being, not doing. If you wish to follow, even at a distance, the poet’s calling … you’ve got to come out of the measurable doing universe into the immeasurable house of being. I am quite aware that, wherever our socalled civilization has slithered, there’s every reward and no punishment for unbeing. But if poetry is your goal, you’ve got to forget all about punishments and all about rewards and all about selfstyled obligations and duties and responsibilities etcetera ad infinitum and remember one thing only: that it’s you–nobody else–who determine your destiny and decide your fate.”

e.e.cummings, i-six nonlectures

and,

“To change your life, change the way you process experience, change the way you live. We don’t think our way into a new life; we live our way to new thoughts.”

dorothy day

but i’m not too blue to fly, no, i’m not too blue to fly

you pass through places
and places pass through you
but you carry them with you
on the soles of your travelling shoes
well, i love you so dearly
i love you so clearly
i wake you up in the morning
so early just to tell you
i got the wandering blues
i got the wandering blues
and i’m going to quit
these rambling ways one of these
days soon
and i sing,
the littlest birds sing the prettiest songs…
well i don’t care if the sun don’t shine
and i don’t care if nothing is mine
and i don’t care if i’m nervous with you
i’ll do my loving in the wintertime.

jolie holland