Monday, October 19, 2009

Sunday, October 11, 2009

The Unexamined Life

The unexamined life is not worth living.


Saturday, October 10, 2009

Friday, October 9, 2009

The Journey by Mary Oliver

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholywas terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Mary Oliver

Sunday, October 4, 2009

My Every Day Space

The town is one large house of which all the little houses are rooms. the streets are the stairs. Those who live always in the town are never out of doors even if they do take the air on the streets.
-Stephen Graham (From A Tramp's Sketches 1912)

Summer is gone - I'm spending all my time at work and all my time indoors. I sleep indoors, work indoors, travel by car to the mall or the store or to a friends house, or some other building, then I come home again. The time for living outside is gone. It's a strange feeling, especially considering the massive cubist structure in which I work every day. I inhabit a building that consists solely of man-made materials, hard surfaces, straight lines and right angles. And it doesn't change when I leave that building - Stephen Graham was right ... no matter where you are in a town, you are indoors - whether that be on the roads, on a sidewalk, on the subway...everything is a series of rooms and hallways. I'd really like to get out, but sometimes it seems like escape from Alcatraz.