Saturday, June 25, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Icebergs.
Annie Dillard has written: “There is no such thing as a solitary polar explorer, fine as the conception is.” We do not face the world alone. We cannot.
But do we sometimes want to? Yes.
“The interior life is often stupid. Its egoism blinds it and deafens it; its imagination spins out ignorant tales, fascinated. It fancies that the western wind blows on the Self, and leaves fall at the feet of the Self for a reason, and people are watching. A mind risks real ignorance for the sometimes paltry prize of an imagination enriched. The trick of reason is to get the imagination to seize the actual world- if only from time to time.” - Annie Dillard
A sermon about Annie Dillard - a woman who I think I think like.
But do we sometimes want to? Yes.
“The interior life is often stupid. Its egoism blinds it and deafens it; its imagination spins out ignorant tales, fascinated. It fancies that the western wind blows on the Self, and leaves fall at the feet of the Self for a reason, and people are watching. A mind risks real ignorance for the sometimes paltry prize of an imagination enriched. The trick of reason is to get the imagination to seize the actual world- if only from time to time.” - Annie Dillard
A sermon about Annie Dillard - a woman who I think I think like.
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Icebergs,
Mysteries,
Nature,
Sermon,
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Monday, June 13, 2011
I'm gonna learn to love without fear.
This weekend reminded me of this song.
The below is so not for Facebook :)
i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore
so far your nearness reaches
a lucky fifth of you
turns people into eachs
and cowards into grow
our can'ts were born to happen
our mosts have died in more
our twentieth will open
wide a wide open door
we are so both and oneful
night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so
ee cummings
The below is so not for Facebook :)
i am so glad and very
merely my fourth will cure
the laziest self of weary
the hugest sea of shore
so far your nearness reaches
a lucky fifth of you
turns people into eachs
and cowards into grow
our can'ts were born to happen
our mosts have died in more
our twentieth will open
wide a wide open door
we are so both and oneful
night cannot be so sky
sky cannot be so sunful
i am through you so
ee cummings
Labels:
Annie Dillard,
Arrus,
Being outside,
E.E.Cummings,
Love,
Over the Rhine,
Photography,
Poetry,
Travelling,
Trees,
Virginia
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