"Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human condition,” wrote Graham Greene in his second autobiography, Ways of Escape, a book which the chef, author and travel show host Anthony Bourdain.....
Time Magazine-4 hours ago
Surround who you dream you are with high walls.
Then, wherever the garden can be seen
Through the iron bars of the gate,
Plant only the most cheerful flowers,
So that you’ll be known as a cheerful sort.
Where it can’t be seen, don’t plant anything.
Lay flower beds, like other people have,
So that passing gazes can look in
At your garden as you’re going to show it.
But where you’re all your own and no one
Ever sees you, let wild flowers spring up
Spontaneously, and let the grass grow naturally.
Make yourself into a well-guarded Double self,
letting no one who looks in
See more than a garden of who you are—
A showy but private garden, behind which
The native flowers brush against grass
So straggly that not even you see it . . .
Advice (Fernando Pessoa)-Translated by Richard Zenith
You have gotta stop this ‘people’ ‘cause when I jump they’ll be no food or wine left!!!! Just a sweet little Austrian man donning an apron, pushing the button of a cassette recorder atop a baby grand and offering Fanta. There will be no more room at the inn! !
Have some sympathy or respect...or did I mean that in reverse.
You may laugh: but it'll be like plummeting into a mound of deer 'poop' then seeing some sad 'f' on the terrace listening to Sinatra and drinking Châteauneuf-du-Pape out of Baccarat and waltzing. Don't add insult to injury....
Dante's equivalent of a 'fruit-basket' , greatful for .yet...yo: we just saw all the dudes and dude-ess who pissed off the Rheinmaidens,,,yo: bring back waterboarding! Yo- u selfish sons and godesses of.....
i mean: my mother washed the dishes, my father made the vineyard, my grandson invented Baccarat. Me: i think i just believed...
and ran away to join Mr Barnum...u will never know the rainbow of that 'poop'...
