August 19th, 2012Add a comment »
So I was watching Beastly (2011), Gothic, whimsical love story and actually – my kind of movie!
The movie included this poem by Frank O’Hara. I have never heard of this poem before, but it’s so striking, that I had to look it up. And I find it is more interesting than I first suspected.
Frank O’Hara is a well-travelled art critic and a modern poet. If only I’ve experienced being in those places he mentioned (in France, Spain, including New York), or having seen wonderful portraits and artwork he had seen. Just maybe, I might have a glimpse of his experience of having a coke with that someone. But then, maybe, what he is trying to say is that – partly because of love, a simple – having a coke with THE special someone is even more fun …
HAVING A COKE WITH YOU
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
October 24th, 2010Add a comment »
Originally posted on Thursday, June 7th, 2007.
When life becomes hard and void of bright promises, we need inspiring quotations from brilliant minds to enlighten and push us to move forward. Here are some words that can brighten the world around us and send us motivated, more determined and feeling victorious again.
Life is an echo, it gives you back everything you say or do. Life is a reflection of your actions. If you want more love in the world, create more love in your heart. – unknown
Sometimes we must be hurt in order to grow, fail in order to know, lose in order to gain, and sometimes we have to be broken so we can be whole again. – unknown
The greatest happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved,
loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves. – unknown
And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.’ – Antoine de Saint-Exupery
I received this forwarded chain email from my sister. I really don’t like forwarded emails. But once in a while, some of them that comes along are really nice, so appreciated and so forward-worthy.
There comes a point in your life when you realize:
Who never did,
Who won’t anymore…
And who always will.
So, don’t worry about people from your past. There’s a reason why they didn’t make it to your future.
Concentrate on this sentence, ‘To get something you never had, you have to do something you never did.‘ When God takes something from your grasp, He’s not punishing you, but merely opening your hands to receive something better.
Concentrate on this sentence… ‘The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.‘ Something good will happen to you today; something that you have been waiting to hear.
I would like to give the author proper credit. Unfortunately, the name didn’t come along with this.
Supposedly I should forward this to 5 people. I’ve already done that. And I thought I’d extend it to this blog.
Do you forward emails?
April 20th, 2008Add a comment »
The meaning of love is beyond words, beyond songs and beyond lust.
Much more can be known in the silence between thoughts.
Through love, all that is bitter will be sweet.
There is no mistake so painful that love cannot forgive.
There is no past so bitter that ove cannot accept and…
no hope left so little that we cannot start all over with.
The only thing greater than the power of the mind
is the courage of the heart.
Let your love be stronger than your hate and anger.
Learn the wisdom of compromise for it is better to bend a little than to break.
A woman of intelligence is admired. A woman of wealth is envied.
A woman of power is feared. But only a woman of substance is loved.
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take
but by every moments that take our breath away.
December 2nd, 2007Add a comment »
This poem by Clement Clarke Moore started the depiction of Santa Claus, the jolly bearded man in red suit, in the early 19th century and and one which endures for all generations. Clement Clarke Moore wrote this for his children in 1823.
The Night Before Christmas
by Clement Clarke Moore
‘T was the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”