Posts tagged ‘Quotes’
“Until very recently, the artist was a magician who did his magic in public view but kept himself and his effects a matter of mystery.” —Gore Vidal
Neither smoke nor mirrors play a part
In the great magician’s secret art
Just a cabinet plain
No gamed sword blade or feign of fake sort
I was a magician’s assistant and had to go in the box that they put the swords through, and there’s no trick to it. You literally have to dodge the swords.
“Every person who is really an artist desires to create inside of himself another, deeper, more interesting life than the one that actually surrounds him.” —Konstantin Stanislavski
Charlotte was born in a burlesque star’s trunk
On the bump-and-grind road to old Podunk
With the tricks of the trade
Charlotte played backstage
And dreamed her name up in lights from her bunk
“Remember: there are no small parts, only small actors.”
“What a piece of work is a man, how noble in reason, how infinite in faculties, in form and moving how express and admirable, in action how like an angel, in apprehension how like a god.” —William Shakespeare
In many mansions, humble and sublime,
dwell beings at once sentient and divine.
“People in big empty places are likely to behave very much as the gods did on Olympus.”
“Are you sure / That we are awake? / It seems to me / That yet we sleep, we dream.” —William Shakespeare, Midsummer Night’s Dream
Midsummer Day, I dreamed I was late to meet a play date in a scene, and afraid to face my fate.
“The course of true love never did run smooth.”
The frail was small, but she charged from the side and hit me with the mace. The way I bent and sprawled must have charmed her, for she opined: “You’re cute for a brute.” I bought it that day. Dents and all. But it never failed. So I give it pride of place and keep it shined. My armor suit from Dick’s Large & Tall.
“An age which is incapable of poetry is incapable of any kind of literature except the cleverness of a decadence.”
“Social media is the new tribal fire, but human biology hasn’t changed in 50,000 years, unlike human technology.” ―Billi Gordon Ph.D., in Psychology Today
Neurochemically, the squirts of slavering juice triggered by approbations in social media, act like dinner bells in the part of our nervous system that works like Pavlov’s pup’s, and are as addictive as juicy bones scattered round the tribal fire.
“The Ventral Tegmental Area (VTA) of the brain monitors social needs by releasing dopamine when we achieve social success and inspiring neurochemical deficits when we don’t. Tragically, social media is not the VTA’s friend.”
―Billi Gordon Ph.D.
After the stork dropped us off, it took a walk. We followed in its footsteps.
“But the beauty is in the walking — we are betrayed by destinations.”
“Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.” —Herodotus, translated by Professor George Herbert Palmer
Since Colonial days in America, ages before the Pony Express saddled up or the Spirit of St. Louis took off, Postal Service workers have been heroes of the people.
“The Postal Inspection Service is the oldest law enforcement agency in the country, created in 1772—before the Declaration of Independence. Its mission is to protect and defend the nation’s mail system, and that includes elections.”
―Politico.com, Labor Day 2020