“True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.” Francois de La Rochefoucauld
Photo by Toty Pix
“On our earth, before writing was invented, before the printing press was invented, poetry flourished. That is why we know that poetry is like bread; it should be shared by all, by scholars and by peasants, by all our vast, incredible, extraordinary family of humanity.” —Happy birthday, Pablo Neruda.
“If you are the movement of your soul, and the cause of that movement precedes you, then how could you ever call your thoughts your own?”
R. Scott Bakker
R. Scott Bakker wrote the brilliant book Neuropath in 2008. Endlessly spooky and thought provoking.
“So long as men praise you, you can only be sure that you are not yet on your own true path but on someone else’s.”
–Friedrich Nietzsche
Quote for the day…
“I enjoyed my life when I had nothing…and kinda like the idea of just being happy with me.”
–Joey Ramone
The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don’t know we don’t know.
Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing
Evasion Haiku
I’m working my way
Over to figuring out
How I won’t answer.
Dec. 3, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing
There’s No Debate in the World
There’s no debate in the world
As to whether they have those weapons.
There’s no debate in the world
As to whether they’re continuing to develop
and acquire them.
There’s no debate in the world
As to whether or not he’s used them.
There’s no debate in the world
As to whether or not he’s consistently threatening
his neighbors with them.
We all know that.
A trained ape knows that.
All you have to do is read the newspaper.
Sept. 13, 2002, media roundtable with BBC and the Voice of America
“I wasted time, and now doth time waste me;
For now hath time made me his numbering clock:
My thoughts are minutes; and with sighs they jar
Their watches on unto mine eyes, the outward watch,
Whereto my finger, like a dial’s point,
Is pointing still, in cleansing them from tears.
Now sir, the sound that tells what hour it is
Are clamorous goans, which strike upon my heart,
Which is the bell: so sighs and tears and groans
Show minutes, times, and hours.”
-William Shakespeare
Our South American Adventure
on the dangers--and pleasures--of love stories
Tiny house tours and resources in DC