“Modern man is comforted in ways that had never even occurred to people in ages
past.
We enthusiastically wait for the day when we need no longer even get out of bed
in the morning and all our needs and desires will be fulfilled with the push of
a button.
Needless to say, all this comfort does not provide us with happiness or meaning
or health. Modern man imagines that all this comfort is his reward for
harnessing the power of technology, when really it is his punishment.”
--Ramon Elani
past.
We enthusiastically wait for the day when we need no longer even get out of bed
in the morning and all our needs and desires will be fulfilled with the push of
a button.
Needless to say, all this comfort does not provide us with happiness or meaning
or health. Modern man imagines that all this comfort is his reward for
harnessing the power of technology, when really it is his punishment.”
--Ramon Elani
The great Wendell Berry died yesterday. This one stings. He’s always been one of
my favorite writers.
“Though the body grows old and bears
the ache and weight of many days,
the life by which it lives is young,
for life is young or it does not
exist, is not even dead. And so
as I walk in the land’s holy Sabbath
Under the tall trees, I come
at once into the old young joy
that has moved me all my life to be
here in the early morning light.”
—Wendell Berry
my favorite writers.
“Though the body grows old and bears
the ache and weight of many days,
the life by which it lives is young,
for life is young or it does not
exist, is not even dead. And so
as I walk in the land’s holy Sabbath
Under the tall trees, I come
at once into the old young joy
that has moved me all my life to be
here in the early morning light.”
—Wendell Berry
"Breathe with unconditional breath
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places."
-- Wendell Berry
the unconditioned air.
Shun electric wire.
Communicate slowly. Live
a three-dimensioned life;
stay away from screens.
Stay away from anything
that obscures the place it is in.
There are no unsacred places;
there are only sacred places
and desecrated places."
-- Wendell Berry
"Accept what comes from silence.
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came."
-- Wendell BerryPoetic Outlaws (@OutlawsPoetic)…—
Make the best you can of it.
Of the little words that come
out of the silence, like prayers
prayed back to the one who prays,
make a poem that does not disturb
the silence from which it came."
-- Wendell BerryPoetic Outlaws (@OutlawsPoetic)…—
“Vanity of vanities… all is vanity. You kill yourself to get to the grave.
Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of
the grave is ‘success’, the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom
horseshit.”
—Jack KerouacGreg O'Gallagher (@gregogallagher)Most men don’t realize that
spending too much money backfires
Women view it as over compensating
Crazy designer stuff
Loud bright exotic car
Super flashy watch
It’s cheesy, try hard—
Especially you kill yourself to get to the grave before you die; and the name of
the grave is ‘success’, the name of that grave is hullabullo boom boom
horseshit.”
—Jack KerouacGreg O'Gallagher (@gregogallagher)Most men don’t realize that
spending too much money backfires
Women view it as over compensating
Crazy designer stuff
Loud bright exotic car
Super flashy watch
It’s cheesy, try hard—
"Jack London drinking his life away while
writing of strange and heroic men.
Eugene O’Neill drinking himself oblivious
while writing his dark and poetic
works.
now our moderns
lecture at universities
in tie and suit,
the little boys soberly studious,
the little girls with glazed eyes
looking
up,
the lawns so green, the books so dull,
the life so dying of
thirst."
~ Charles Bukowski
writing of strange and heroic men.
Eugene O’Neill drinking himself oblivious
while writing his dark and poetic
works.
now our moderns
lecture at universities
in tie and suit,
the little boys soberly studious,
the little girls with glazed eyes
looking
up,
the lawns so green, the books so dull,
the life so dying of
thirst."
~ Charles Bukowski