Vegetables Cultivated by Gerry
Succulent Cutting Shared by Beata
Beata also provided these last day of summer
photos and captions of her
colorful garden, ever - flourishing, regardless of the season:
Tessa: "I should probably get home. Can we come up here again tomorrow? And dig more?"
Hector: "Whenever you want," he said. He patted her knee with his small dirty fingers. "I don't have a lot of friends who are interested in Paleontology. Most everyone I know are assholes."
Tessa: "That's true all over," she said. "Most everybody you meet, they're going to be an asshole" (165).
Hector told her about the dinosaurs and the great sweep of time that could still be read in the rocks of that land. . . . She could see all around her the whole myth of Earth itself, the whole history of the world, written in siltstone and shale. . . . a hundred million years ago tiny creatures had lived out the sum total of their tiny lives. . . . it was all a jungle here then. But look at it now. You know what's weird, though? It's all still here, all the plants and the trees and the ferns and the the cypresses and all those climbing vines and all that swampy ground. Those triceratops. Those T - Rexes. All those allosauruses and pterodactyls. All the monsters of the Earth's long childhood (164 - 65, 173).
Also in 1986 With the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra
and in 1999 As a beautiful piano solo ~ Pontevedra, Spain
Ah, this is the thing that comes to each of us.
The child grows up.
And, according to our own ideas, is practically asunder.
I understand it.
I struggle to celebrate.
I say, with a stiff upper lip familiar to many:
Just look at that curlyhaired child now,
he’s his own man.
from the poem "Percy (Seven)"
by Mary Oliver
in her book Thirst
I can do something unexpected, even
a little wild and risky; I could leave my
back - up travel alarm clock home next time
I go on a trip. I could get rid of my emergency
hairbrush that I keep in my office desk
in case violent winds, the hot simoom,
come roaring down the river as I cross
the parking lot, I might just get rid of it.
When someone asks for a volunteer
from the audience, why, I might go onstage,
just to picture your wide-eyed expression
when they lock me in one of those boxes
they run through with four - foot swords.
I might try the calamari, the kim chi,
order that Thai dish with five peppers
printed next to it in the menu. I could
leave my car in a loading zone when
I am not actually loading, and I could
enter the crosswalk after the red hand
has started blinking. When the screen says
Please wait until the computer shuts down,
I might not wait. Anything's possible.
by Leonard Orr
from A Floating Woman
The woman wanderer goes forth to seek the Land of Freedom.
“How am I to get there?”
Reason answers: "There is one way, and one way only. Down the banks of Labour, through the waters of suffering. There is no other.”
The woman, having discarded all to which she had formerly clung, cries out:
“For what do I go to this far land which no one has ever reached? I am alone! I am utterly alone!”
But soon she hears the sounds of feet, ‘a thousand times ten thousand and thousands of thousands, and they beat this way!’
“They are the feet of those who shall follow you. Lead on.”
from Three Dreams in a Desert [See more]
by Olive Schreiner (1855–1920)
recited in the movie Suffragette