Lately, in images
Tag Archives: Books
Excerpt
On days like this, the clouds probably absorbed the sounds from the surface of the earth. And not just sounds. All kinds of things. Perceptions, for example.
From, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami, 1997
Lately
tea with friends
thoughts of miro
sunny afternoons
colored pencils tied with twine
book sale at the library
shards of distant memories
kisses from the pup
this book: The Alienist by Caleb Carr and
this movie: Loving Vincent
Excerpt: 2
“Inspiration is the unforeseen quantity, the muse that assails at the hidden hour.”
Excerpt from Devotion by Patti Smith, 2017
Excerpt: 1
“I awoke and it was still dark. I lay there for a time reliving the dream, feeling other dreams stacked behind it.”
Excerpt from M Train by Patti Smith, 2015
Winter Things
the sound of crunching with every step
thinly woven snow blankets on all the trees
deep breaths in the bitter cold
warm grits with maple syrup
coffee with friends on a sunday morning
hot honey vanilla tea and books
Lately
chocolate with coffee
balsam candles in perpetual burn
new books and old books
(new: The Moth Presents: All These Wonders
old: Daily Rituals by Mason Currey)
fresh calendars ready to use
brown bread with pecans and raisins
this show: Parks and Recreation
visiting with friends on cold winter nights
naps in the afternoon sun
One week of excerpts from The Phantom Tollbooth:1
“It seems to me that almost everything is a waste of time… I can’t see the point in learning to solve useless problems, or subtracting turnips from turnips, or knowing where Ethiopia is or how to spell February.” And, since no one bothered to explain otherwise, he regarded the process of seeking knowledge as the greatest waste of time of all.
from The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster, 1961
Lately
fragrant tiny lillies
flowers inside and flowers outside
this book: Charleston: A Bloomsbury House & Garden
by Quentin Bell & Virginia Nicholson
mountain views on southern porches
fragile mushrooms in the rain
As One
“Snowflakes are not made for solitude; each, with outflung arms, tangles and meshes with its neighbor; over time, they compress, become ice. But ice is mutable, even in the deepest cold. Inside a glacier, pressure and affinity will melt ice at temperatures far below freezing, so that two pieces, in contact with each other, melt and refreeze as one.”
from the book, Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney
