September 30, 2014

Good Morning! Here are your daily birthday quotations....

Rumi (1207 - 1273):

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

and

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”

Truman Capote (1924 - 1984):

“Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.”

and

“He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....”

and

“You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.”

and

“I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.”

and

“You can't blame a writer for what the characters say.”

and

“Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.”

and

“To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make.”

Elie Wiesel (1928 - ):

“The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it's indifference.”

and

“Friendship marks a life even more deeply than love. Love risks degenerating into obsession, friendship is never anything but sharing.”

and

“There is divine beauty in learning... To learn means to accept the postulate that life did not begin at my birth. Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps. The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples. I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests. And so are you.”

W.S. Merwin (1927 - ):

“On the last day of the world

I would want to plant a tree”

“Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong at the end of a joke, you've lost the whole thing.”

“A BIRTHDAY

Something continues and I don't know what to call it

though the language is full of suggestions

in the way of language

but they are all anonymous

and it's almost your birthday music next to my bones

these nights we hear the horses running in the rain

it stops and the moon comes out and we are still here

the leaks in the roof go on dripping after the rain has passed

smell of ginger flowers slips through the dark house

down near the sea the slow heart of the beacon flashes

the long way to you is still tied to me but it brought me to you

I keep wanting to give you what is already yours

it is the morning of the mornings together

breath of summer oh my found one

the sleep in the same current and each waking to you

when I open my eyes you are what I wanted to see.”

― W.S. Merwin

“Inside this pencil

crouch words that have never been written

never been spoken

never been taught

they’re hiding

they’re awake in there

dark in the dark

hearing us

but they won’t come out

not for love not for time not for fire

even when the dark has worn away

they’ll still be there

hiding in the air

multitudes in days to come may walk through them

breathe them

be none the wiser

what script can it be

that they won’t unroll

in what language

would I recognize it

would I be able to follow it

to make out the real names

of everything

maybe there aren’t

many

it could be that there’s only one word

and it’s all we need

it’s here in this pencil

every pencil in the world

is like this”

― W.S. Merwin