 Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another.
–James Matthew Barrie |
 Art Glass 29 |
Category: Community
Aug 15 2011
Muse in the Morning
Aug 10 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| God has given you one face, and you make yourself another.
–William Shakespeare |
 Art Glass 26 |
Aug 09 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| He who trims himself to suit everyone will soon whittle himself away.
–Raymond Hull |
 Art Glass 25 |
Aug 04 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| In the ordinary jumble of my literary drawer, I sometimes find texts I wrote ten, fifteen, or even more years ago. And many of the seem to me written by a stranger: I simply do not recognize myself in them. There was a person who wrote them, and it was I. I experienced them, but it was in another life, from which I just woke up, as if from someone else’s dream.
–Fernando Pessoa |
 Art Glass 20 |
Aug 03 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| I’m an oddity of one, my strangeness too complicated to explain or share.
–Libba Bray |
 Art Glass 19 |
Aug 02 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| At present nothing is possible except to extend the area of sanity little by little. We cannot act collectively. We can only spread our knowledge outwards from individual to individual, generation after generation.
–George Orwell |
 Art Glass 18 |
Aug 02 2011
Mondragon Miracle, Part 1 of 3: Building the Road We Travel
1941, Office of the Archbishop of Spain:
“They just released you?” Archbishop Balbino Oliver eyed the priest standing before his desk with suspicion. Something about the young man unsettled him.
“I believe it was in error. They did not realize I had written so much against Franco. When God spared my life, I enrolled in the seminary.”
He possessed humility. Good. Yet something about the eyes… “Even under the care of the church, Franco may not let you go so easily.”
“Yes, it is best if I left Spain. I could continue my writing in Belgium. I think I can…”
“God granted you a precious gift, my son.” The Bishop leaned back, considering. His left eye. That was it. “It would be unwise to waste the gift with further agitation of forces beyond your control.” Yes, his left eye stared back slightly wider, giving him a permanently quizzical expression. Father Bertolli had mentioned him losing his eye in an accident.
“But the work I’ve been doing…”
“Is against Church official policy.” The Archbishop leaned forward to study the documents the priest had presented him. “You are Basque, no?”
“Yes, but in Belgium…”
“Father Tillous requested an assistant in Mondragon, only 50 miles from where you grew up. Franco is unlikely to bother you, there.”
“Out there, he is unlikely to need to.” The young man bowed his head curtly, murmuring the obligatory goodbye.
The bishop’s gaze followed his receding figure. Even with his back turned, the young man disturbed him. Perhaps something other than his eye then…
Balbino had no way to know, he had just set Don Jose on course to change the world.
Jul 29 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| She might be without country, without nation, but inside her there was still a being that could exist and be free, that could simply say I am without adding a this, or a that, without saying I am Indian, Guyanese, English, or anything else in the world.
–Sharon Maas |
 Art Glass 14 |
Jul 28 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| You have to do stuff that average people don’t understand because those are the only good things.
–Andy Warhol |
 Art Glass 13 |
Jul 27 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| There are two kinds of people. One kind, you can just tell by looking at them at what point they congealed into their final selves. It might be a very nice self, but you know you can expect no more suprises from it. Whereas, the other kind keep moving, changing… They are fluid. They keep moving forward and making new trysts with life, and the motion of it keeps them young. In my opinion, they are the only people who are still alive. You must be constantly on your guard against congealing.
–Gail Godwin |
 Art Glass 12 |
Jul 26 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| We are much too much inclined in these days to divide people into permanent categories, forgetting that a category only exists for its special purpose and must be forgotten as soon as that purpose is served.
–Dorothy L. Sayers |
 Sunset 2 |
Jul 25 2011
Muse in the Morning
| Muse in the Morning |
Time for a break from poetry…in order to create some art.
| Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.
–Red Haircrow |
 Art Glass 11 |