kisses and running

While watching Me and You and Everyone We Know I experienced a kiss that I wanted to last all the way to the end of the block.

Tonight Arden and I watched Running Brave about the (half) Native American who won the 10,000 meter race in the 1964 Olympics. At the end I cheered out loud and cried with happiness. Why the hell am I so drawn to sports movies like this (and Breaking Away) when I'm not really interested in sports? (I mean I've always loved biking and tennis and running and table tennis and martial arts and so forth but...ok, maybe in a way I do love sports, just not football or baseball or basketball.)

Maybe what I really truly love is the underdog movie.

This quote from The Writer's Chapbook: A Compendium of Fact, Opinion, Wit, and Advice from the Twentieth Century's Preeminent Writers really explained some things to me about Hemingway's writing.

"I always try to write on the principle of the iceberg. There is seven-eighths of it under water for every part that shows."
--Ernest Hemingway

So when

My new friend Valerie (aka Valcon)

a cartoon

A man is talking to an angel at the gates of heaven. The angel says to him: "Oh my no. That's not a sin either. You poor thing you must have been worried sick."

a poem that I wrote a few years ago

I wrote this in response to a poem I read about dogs, children and Shakespeare. I kinda like this. I'm a little surprised I wrote it.

children understand
what it is to eat
and animals understand
what it is to desire
they think they
only do these things
through instinct
but they are wrong
children laugh
in their sleep
when they think they
love something
and animals
seek comfort because
they are both acting
within and struggling against
their nature
at the same time

Hello

I've had blogs in other places but I lost track of them and anyway they weren't really me. This is me.

I've had hard times lately. But I feel creativity flowing in me again. I want to work on projects again. I want to work on myself again. It's good.

I'm scared. But I'm confident. There you go.

This blog gets its name from the following quote:

The poet makes himself a seer by a long, prodigous, rational disordering of all the senses. Every form of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he consumes all the poisions in him, and keeps only their qunitessences.
-Arthur Rimbaud