words, words, words
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If I begin to detail myself here, will you understand?
P. I am me
Q. I don't always know exactly who that is
R. I am Quaker
S. I like words and playing with them
T. I like genmaicha tea
U. I like the word napkin more than most others
V. I spend time walking my neighborhood
W. I cook rice often
X. I sleep well most every night
Y. I eat large amounts of fruit and vegetables
Z. I munch, sleep, write, create, cook, bike, watch, walk, listen, hope, learn, drink, live, breathe, touch, know, question, taste, copy, read, stare, carry, talk, dance, finger, try.
raisin@gmail.com
albums:
Magnetic Fields: 69 Love Songs
Erasure: I Say, I Say, I Say
Depeche Mode: Black Celebration
The Beach Boys: Pet Sounds
Marvin Gaye: What's Going On?
David Bowie: Hunky Dory
George Michael: Listen without Prejudice
George Gershwin: Porgy and Bess
Yo La Tengo: And Then Nothing Turned Itself Inside Out
songs:
Wild is the Wind: Nina Simone
Come Undone: Duran Duran
Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini: Rachmaninov
My Funny Valentine: Chet Baker
Feeling Yourself Disintegrate: The Flaming Lips
This Must Be the Place: The Talking Heads
Hyperballad: Bjork
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Thursday, March 27, 2003
I have agreed to speak again on Sunday, at another local peace rally. I am less scared this time, and also less excited. I've been told a nonviolent stand must be taken without regard to efficacy, but with only the sense that opposing violence is good and just. I've been told that nonviolence as a life starts in the heart, that I must abandon all ill will against people and instead regard them with active love. I have been working on that for years and have good reason to expect that to forever be a struggle within me. So I am speaking this time, to hold up my light, to proclaim the good in everyone, to express my love towards all of humanity, though it is still short, though I am nowhere near as loving as I wish to be, though I am unsure of every part of my future. Not because I think it will do any good, but because I know it to be good in itself. Ghandi told me that the ends are the means. Since we can never be sure about the end results of anything we do, we must be completely sure about the means we use. What matters is what we work towards; if we work towards the right things, the ends will take care of themselves, however that may happen. I don't claim to fully understand this, but it resonates within me, as if I understand the undertones of it, and will eventually come to understand the whole of it. I have never needed so much courage; I have never felt so alive.
6:22 PM
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