Posts from the ‘Interior Design’ Category

Mar 15

“Our world isn’t made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language..” —Tom Robbins

The rising and setting of the sun: a metaphor of a day on a spinning ball of words in a universe of verse.

Perhaps things are not things but words: metaphors, words for other things.

—Octavio Paz

Mar 11

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” —Ernest Hemingway

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.

―Mark Twain

All good books have one thing in common – they are truer than if they had really happened.

―Ernest Hemingway

Feb 28

“They teach you there’s a boundary line to music. But, man, there’s no boundary line to art.” —Charlie Parker

Hear the cosmic gas sighing
Dark chords bleeding together
Primal rhythms replying
Deep-down blues grieve forever

Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.

―Lao-Tzu

Feb 24

“If names are not correct, language will not be in accordance with the truth of things.” —Confucius

In 1920s Charleston, South Carolina,
a scion of its fading aristocracy,
DuBose Heyward, sparks the
Southern Renaissance of novelists,
with the first realistic portrait of
flesh-and-blood Americans of color.
The love’s story’s title is the name
of the principal character, Porgy.

People’s fates are simplified by their names.

―Elias Canetti

Feb 20

“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.” —Carl Sagan

We played and stomped the ground on the range we once roamed
Squeezing music in and out made a wheezy moan
Breezes teasing reedy grasses, weaving a tune
Down-to-earth as cow pies on a June afternoon

Work and pray, live on hay, you’ll get pie in the sky when you die.

―Joe Hill

Feb 8

“The future ain’t what it used to be.” —Yogi Berra

Seer’s eyes prognosticate
Reading signs of prophesy
Previewing what comes to be
As yesterday’s ills recede

There’s no present. There’s only the immediate future and the recent past.

―George Carlin

Jun 28

“It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.” ―Arthur C. Clarke

Today’s lesson: The intellect is a classroom and wisdom a playroom.

“Play is the only way the highest intelligence of humankind can unfold.”

―Joseph Chilton Pearce

Jun 27

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“If there is one place in the world people will want to come back to when they can travel again I honestly believe it will be Venice.” ―Mauro Tochi, Gondolier

Posts from the ‘Interior Design’ Category

“Our world isn’t made of earth, air and water or even molecules and atoms; our world is made of language..” —Tom Robbins

The rising and setting of the sun: a metaphor of a day on a spinning ball of words in a universe of verse.

Perhaps things are not things but words: metaphors, words for other things.

—Octavio Paz

“All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.” —Ernest Hemingway

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.

―Mark Twain

All good books have one thing in common – they are truer than if they had really happened.

―Ernest Hemingway

“They teach you there’s a boundary line to music. But, man, there’s no boundary line to art.” —Charlie Parker

Hear the cosmic gas sighing
Dark chords bleeding together
Primal rhythms replying
Deep-down blues grieve forever

Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.

―Lao-Tzu

“If names are not correct, language will not be in accordance with the truth of things.” —Confucius

In 1920s Charleston, South Carolina,
a scion of its fading aristocracy,
DuBose Heyward, sparks the
Southern Renaissance of novelists,
with the first realistic portrait of
flesh-and-blood Americans of color.
The love’s story’s title is the name
of the principal character, Porgy.

People’s fates are simplified by their names.

―Elias Canetti

“If you wish to make an apple pie from scratch, you must first invent the universe.” —Carl Sagan

We played and stomped the ground on the range we once roamed
Squeezing music in and out made a wheezy moan
Breezes teasing reedy grasses, weaving a tune
Down-to-earth as cow pies on a June afternoon

Work and pray, live on hay, you’ll get pie in the sky when you die.

―Joe Hill

“The future ain’t what it used to be.” —Yogi Berra

Seer’s eyes prognosticate
Reading signs of prophesy
Previewing what comes to be
As yesterday’s ills recede

There’s no present. There’s only the immediate future and the recent past.

―George Carlin

“It has yet to be proven that intelligence has any survival value.” ―Arthur C. Clarke

Today’s lesson: The intellect is a classroom and wisdom a playroom.

“Play is the only way the highest intelligence of humankind can unfold.”

―Joseph Chilton Pearce

“If there is one place in the world people will want to come back to when they can travel again I honestly believe it will be Venice.” ―Mauro Tochi, Gondolier

Unlocking the sea gate, we slide into the lagoon of a hundred islands.

“…to slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.”

―Ellen Meloy

Posts from the ‘Interior Design’ Category

The rising and setting of the sun: a metaphor of a day on a spinning ball of words in a universe of verse.

Perhaps things are not things but words: metaphors, words for other things.

—Octavio Paz

Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because Fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities; Truth isn’t.

―Mark Twain

All good books have one thing in common – they are truer than if they had really happened.

―Ernest Hemingway

Hear the cosmic gas sighing Dark chords bleeding together Primal rhythms replying Deep-down blues grieve forever

Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.

―Lao-Tzu

In 1920s Charleston, South Carolina, a scion of its fading aristocracy, DuBose Heyward, sparks the Southern Renaissance of novelists, with the first realistic portrait of flesh-and-blood Americans of color. The love’s story’s title is the name of the principal character, Porgy.

People’s fates are simplified by their names.

―Elias Canetti

We played and stomped the ground on the range we once roamed Squeezing music in and out made a wheezy moan Breezes teasing reedy grasses, weaving a tune Down-to-earth as cow pies on a June afternoon

Work and pray, live on hay, you’ll get pie in the sky when you die.

―Joe Hill

Seer’s eyes prognosticate Reading signs of prophesy Previewing what comes to be As yesterday’s ills recede

There’s no present. There’s only the immediate future and the recent past.

―George Carlin

Today’s lesson: The intellect is a classroom and wisdom a playroom.

“Play is the only way the highest intelligence of humankind can unfold.”

―Joseph Chilton Pearce

Unlocking the sea gate, we slide into the lagoon of a hundred islands.

“…to slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.”

―Ellen Meloy

Hear the cosmic gas sighing
Dark chords bleeding together
Primal rhythms replying
Deep-down blues grieve forever

In 1920s Charleston, South Carolina,
a scion of its fading aristocracy,
DuBose Heyward, sparks the
Southern Renaissance of novelists,
with the first realistic portrait of
flesh-and-blood Americans of color.
The love’s story’s title is the name
of the principal character, Porgy.

We played and stomped the ground on the range we once roamed
Squeezing music in and out made a wheezy moan
Breezes teasing reedy grasses, weaving a tune
Down-to-earth as cow pies on a June afternoon

Seer’s eyes prognosticate
Reading signs of prophesy
Previewing what comes to be
As yesterday’s ills recede