Tuesday, October 30, 2018

The Last of the Mohicans

Daniel as Hawkeye with his father, Chingachgook

Hawkeye - The Last of The Mohicans

DDL (Daniel Day Lewis) in his last role....how i will miss his talent and grace.


The Writers Almanac: "Today is Halloween, or All Hallows Eve, the time of the wandering dead. It's also a time for the young and the not-so-young to dress in outlandish attire and go door to door begging for candy. If you're looking for a scary story to read instead, there's no shortage of ghoulish material to choose from." Poe - Irving - Hawthorne - Lovecraft - Twain

Saturday, June 23, 2018

Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Mary Oliver

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

The Summer Day

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?


—Mary Oliver

It's autumn now, but posting this because she is a favorite poet. Reposted from my poetry blog --  My Favorite Poetry Blog

Friday, June 12, 2015

Anne Frank's Birthday

Today is the birthday of Anne Frank. She said:
“It’s really a wonder that I haven’t dropped all my ideals, because they seem so absurd and impossible to carry out. Yet I keep them, because in spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can’t build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death. I see the world gradually turning into a wilderness, I hear the ever-approaching thunder, which will destroy us, too. I can feel the sufferings of millions, and yet, if I look up into the heavens, I think it will all come right, that this cruelty too will end, and that peace and tranquility will return again.”