So many people are shut up tight inside themselves like boxes, yet they would open up, unfolding quite wonderfully, if only you were interested in them.
riding brain waves, the signature of an earthquake, calm voices, half a million thoughts, reincarnation, a gentle hum of anxiety, the place between sleep & awake, pole dancing to gospel hymns, inner sanctuary, words with tempers, passionate scars, songs to sink to, cheap thrills, the colors I dream in, whispering in french, synchronization, what makes the mind turn, the world at large.
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If I was here, this is where I'd want to be.
If I was here, this is where I'd want to be.
I found my favorite book of art in my library today. When I was younger, it resided on the glass table in the room of my house, “that people rarely go into.” Years later I still find myself flipping through the same pages that my 7 year old hands felt.
Out of Wondrous Strange- The Wyeth Tradition, Marooned, Howard Pyle, 1909
My mind changes too fast for my brain to realize it’s spinning in circles at the drop of a needle that pinprick sprouts flowers from underneath the rock solid rooftop of the evergreen tree which casts shadows among the people under the oceans layer of thick mist and incredulous scent of lavender wallpaper and ginger root hands hold the crest of the moon to shine every time the lion releases its navy ribbon from outside the raindrops first black and white dream which all relate back to the fact that I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.
The interview was all but complete when I met Steve Jobs at a celebrity-filled birthday party for a youngster in New York City. As the evening progressed, I wandered around to discover that Jobs had gone off with the nine-year-old birthday boy to give him the gift he’d brought from California: a Macintosh computer. As I watched, he showed the boy how to sketch with the machine’s graphics program. Two other party guests wandered into the room and looked over Job’s shoulder. ‘Hmmm,’ said the first, Andy Warhol. ‘What is this? Look at this, Keith. This is increidible!’ The second guest, Keith Haring, the graffiti artist whose work now commands huge prices, went over. Warhol and Haring asked to take a turn at the Mac, and as I walked away, Warhol had just sat down to manipulate the mouse. ‘My God!’ he was saying, ‘I drew a circle!’ “But more revealing was the scene after the party. Well after the other guests had gone, Jobs stayed to tutor the boy on the fine points of using the Mac. Later, I asked him why he had seemed happier with the boy than with the two famous artists. His answer seemed unrehearsed to me: ‘Older people sit down and ask, “What is it?” but the boy asks, ” What can I do with it?”
Lawyers, I suppose, were children too.
Charles Lamb as quoted by Harper Lee in To Kill a Mockingbird.
