Well, here goes. It is April 16, 2020…
( Remember, this is a place under construction and always will be. )
I’m told blogs ( I consider this my website ) are vehicles for expressing oneself about
whatever might come to mind. To have conversations with oneself and perhaps with others. Right ?
This can be chancy situation, it seems. One doesn’t like to put one’s foot in one’s mouth and write stupid thoughts which my occur. I’ll take that chance here. Hey, this my site.
“Row, row, row your boat , Gently down the stream, Merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream.”
There are three things I think I know: 1. The sun will come up tomorrow. 2. We are all going to die. 3. Life goes on.
Don’t expect anything original to appear here. My thoughts are your thoughts.
I don’t want to stack a bunch of quotes here by famous people who I may like. I usually do that on my posts.
These are my thoughts here, so i’ll do my best not to be a bore.. It won’t be easy ?
Most things are what they are or… it is what it is.
I keep thinking …”Every man must do two things alone; he must do his own believing and his own dying.” Martin Luther wrote this
and maybe a few others, in so many words.
When you don’t have anything to say, don’t say it.
I like painting because one cannot make a mistake. There are no mistakes in art.
No one was asked to be born.
That will do it for now. To be continued…
Favorite Authors, not necessarily in this order: Joseph Conrad, Thomas Mann,
Herman Hesse, Daniel DeFoe, Albert Camus, James Joyce, Ralph Waldo Emerson
and more…
Favorite Composers, not necessarily in this order: Johann Sebastian Bach, Ludwig Beethoven, Antonio Vivaldi, Aaron Copeland and more…
Favorite Painters and Sculptors, not necessarily in this order: Henri Matisse, Richard Tuttle, Pablo Picasso, David Smith, Louise Bourgeois, William DeKooning, Arshile Gorky, Brice Martin, Howard Hodgkin, Ernst Ludwig Kirchner, Emil Nolde, Thomas Nozkowski, Edward Hopper, Paul Klee, Juan Miro, ,Jasper Johns, Elizabeth Murray, Cy Twombly, Richard Diebenkorn, Mary Heilmann, Gillian Ayers , Stuart Davis and more…
Favorite Poets, not necessarily in this order: W.S. Merwin, T.S. Eliot,
Wallace Stevens, A.R.Ammons, Robert Blake, Walt Whitman, Dante Alighieri, Billy Collins,
Charles Wright, Mary Oliver, Robert Bly, Rainer Maria Rilke, Rumi and more…
Favorite Popular songwriter/singers, not necessarily in this order: Neil Young, James Taylor, Paul Simon, Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Beatles, Bob Dylan and more…
“You play the cards you are dealt”
“When you get a lemon, make lemonade.”
― Albert Camus
If—
Rudyard Kipling – 1865-1936
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings—nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run—
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
“Simple Gifts”
’Tis the gift to be simple, ’tis the gift to be free
’Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be,
And when we find ourselves in the place just right,
’Twill be in the valley of love and delight.
When true simplicity is gained,
To bow and to bend we shan’t be ashamed,
To turn, turn will be our delight,
Till by turning, turning we come ’round right.[4]
Thomas Teague 