by tristantzara
December 31, 2011 in Life, Philosophy, Poetry
Thinking you hold the root,
you hold only a branch,
a stem – why not let your hand
become a hand again
empty as the root you seek
– Peter Levitt
by tristantzara
July 17, 2011 in Life, Philosophy, Poetry
Even though freedom is instantly available, washing over you like a wave, it often takes time, more akin to water slowly eroding rock, in this case the bedrock of one’s conditioning. In showing up moment by moment as much as you can, you are spending time in the water. With each moment of full wakefulness, more conditioning and reactivity will wash away. – Arthur Jeon; City Dharma
by tristantzara
May 23, 2011 in Life, Philosophy, Poetry
“. . . I swiftly accepted the notion of God. It pleased me to imagine a presence above us, in continual motion, like liquid stars . . . I would lie in my bed by the coal stove vigorously mouthing long letters to [Him.] I was not much of a sleeper and must have vexed Him with my endless vows, visions, and schemes. But as time passed I came to experience a different kind of prayer, a silent one, requiring more listening than speaking.” – Patty Smith, Just Kids
I’m not a Christian.
I’m not anything, really. Read the rest of this entry →
by tristantzara
April 19, 2011 in Life, Philosophy, Poetry
“Hey Mama when you leave/ Don’t leave a thing behind/ I don’t want nothin’/ Can’t use nothin’…
…Sorrow and solitude/ These are the precious things/ And the only words that are worth remembering”
– Townes Van Zandt; “Nothin’”
April 5, 2011 in Mildly Interesting, Philosophy
On the deck of the newly christened WSS Shakespeare Typing Monkey. . .
Chillbear Latrigue: [Speaking into a handheld microphone] NOW HEAR THIS! NOW HEAR THIS! PREPARE FOR DEPARTURE! ALL STATIONS REPORT IN!
Funky Gorilla Fist: Who are you yelling at?
CL: My crew. Don’t interfere. You’re the mission commander, but I’m still the skipper of the STM.
FGF: But your crew is all robots. Read the rest of this entry →
March 30, 2011 in Mildly Interesting, Philosophy
Meanwhile, in the Chamber of Wisdom. . .
Him: Given enough time, a thousand monkeys typing on a thousand typewriters will produce the complete works of William Shakespeare.
Me: That doesn’t sound right. Read the rest of this entry →
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