– A New Earth: Eckhart Tolle
Free & sweet talkin
Good mornin & thank-you & nice day
Uh huh
I can’t now
I can’t be nice to nobody
Nice is such a rip-off
Reglar beauty & smile in the street
Is such a set-up"
– For Colored Girls…
– Albert Ellis
Now reading…
Scent is the strongest link to memory. Today i opened Saul Bellow’s Herzog, a copy that i borrowed from the local library. This specific copy was first checked out in 1985, due on September 11, 1985, five years before i was born. I suppose i should mention that checking the dates books were first checked out is a habit that has formed over the years. I realized that i was one of the few people who still revel in the simple happiness that comes with reading the hard copy of an old book, a classic. Checking the dates a book was due reminds me that technological advances have not completely overshadowed simplicity. I digress. I opened Bellow’s Herzoz, and read the front page, “first published in 1964…” coincidentally, the same year Zambia gained it’s independence—an irrelevant fun fact. The familiar scent of old books took me back to the day i checked out my first library book in Zambia. I’m guessing i was six, seven, or eight years old. The very first book i ever checked out of a library was King Arthur and the Round Table. This book was so old then, i’m tempted to call it a relic today. I sat down and read this book cover to cover, even though a couple of chapters in, the dust got me really sick. I was determined to finish the book—that was my first library book.
![Tropic of Capricorn is a semi-autobiographical novel by Henry Miller, first published in Paris in 1938. The novel was subsequently banned in the United States until a 1961 Justice Department ruling declared that its contents were not obscene.[1] It was also banned in Turkey.[2]It is a sequel to Miller’s 1934 work, the Tropic of Cancer. Both Tropic of Capricorn and Tropic of Cancer are published in the United States byGrove Press an imprint of Grove/Atlantic, Inc..
The novel is set in 1920s New York, where the narrator ‘Henry V. Miller’ works in the personnel division of the ‘Cosmodemonic’ telegraph company. Although the narrator’s experiences closely parallel Miller’s own time in New York working for the Western Union Telegraph Company, and though he shares the author’s name, the novel is considered a work of fiction.
The book is a story of spiritual awakening. Much of the story surrounds his New York years of struggle with wife June Miller, and the process of finding his voice as a writer.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m9lp67g8yD1rdrdtmo1_250.jpg)
Tropic of Capricorn is a semi-autobiographical novel by Henry Miller, first published in Paris in 1938. The novel was subsequently banned in the United States until a 1961 Justice Department ruling declared that its contents were not obscene.[1] It was also banned in Turkey.[2]It is a sequel to Miller’s 1934 work, the Tropic of Cancer. Both Tropic of Capricorn and Tropic of Cancer are published in the United States byGrove Press an imprint of Grove/Atlantic, Inc..
The novel is set in 1920s New York, where the narrator ‘Henry V. Miller’ works in the personnel division of the ‘Cosmodemonic’ telegraph company. Although the narrator’s experiences closely parallel Miller’s own time in New York working for the Western Union Telegraph Company, and though he shares the author’s name, the novel is considered a work of fiction.
The book is a story of spiritual awakening. Much of the story surrounds his New York years of struggle with wife June Miller, and the process of finding his voice as a writer.
laugh with me. At nothing in particular, but we must dispel this awkwardness. A gilded, graceless, string of fate ties our hands…i beg for your smile—i need to know that this foolishness is just that: foolish.
– Rainer Maria Rilke
I try not to think about the money. The money just makes me sad. I think about how tired i want to be. For some odd reason, being that tired makes me feel alive. I’m not making a difference, i’m not changing the world…Those numb feet, tired eyes, aching back, all remind me that a day went by, and i was awake.
– Oscar Wilde
A man said to the universe:
“Sir I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”
And you love me
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved,
When I strive to come to you,
Man’s opinions, a thousand thickets,
My interwoven existence,
My life,
Caught in the stubble of the world
Like a tender veil —
This stays me.
No strange move can I make
Without noise of tearing
I dare not.
If love loves,
There is no world
Nor word.
All is lost
Save thought of love
And place to dream.
You love me?
I love you.
You are, then, cold coward.
Aye; but, beloved —
– John Cage
– John Cage
