“My plans are a jumble for now, but I do know certain things that I will and will not do. I will not file fabric samples again. I will not haul television sets or sweep tinsel from the floors of a Christmas-themed shop. I will not butcher animals in Nebraska or Kansas. I have no prejudice against these jobs, for I have done most of them. But I won’t go back to that kind of work. I will reach upward. I will attempt to do better. I will not be a burden upon those who have helped me too much already. I will always be grateful for what pleasures I have enjoyed, what joys I have yet to experience. I will take opportunities as they come, but at the same time, I will not trust so easily. I will look at who is at the door before opening it. I will try to be fierce. I will argue when necessary. I will be willing to fight. I will not smile reflexively at every person I see. I will live as a good child of God, and will forgive him each time he claims another of the people I love. I will forgive and attempt to understand his plans for me, and I will not pity myself. At the beginning of this unremarkable day, I will first drive home.” Passage from What Is The What
For no other reason other than the wit and humor. It reminds me a bit of “Be Kind, Rewind.”
On my way home today, I saw my friend walking that I haven’t seen since college. So I swooped her up and brought her home, put us in ponchos, made dinner, chatted over some British tea and let her curate amongst my corky drawings. She laughed when she saw “Pretty Pizza”: apparently as a child she walked into the room one day and said “I am Pizza” and her family refers to her to that occasionally every since. Therefore I gifted the drawing to her, it only seems fitting, does it not?
“‘Four hundred years after Christ, a believer named Augustine lived in North Africa. He had experienced misfortunes, the death of his loved ones. One day he was able to say to Christ: ‘Light of my heart, do not let my darkness speak to me.’ In his trials, St. Augustine realized that the presence of the Risen Christ had never left him; it was the light in the midst of his darkness.” There have been times when those words have helped me and times when I found those words hollow and unconvincing. These authors, for whom I have great respect, still do not seem to know the doubts that one might have in the angriest corners of one’s soul. Too often they tell me to answer my doubts with prayer, which seems very much like addressing one’s hunger by thinking of food. But still, even when I am frustrated, I look elsewhere and can find a new passage that speaks to me.”
Page 322 “What Is the What” by Dave Eggers.
“Number one: Do you know why books such as this are so important? Because they have quality. And what does the word quality mean? To me it means texture. This book has pores. It has features. This book can go under the microscope. You’d find life under the glass, streaming past in infinite profusion. The more pores, the more truthfully recorded details of life per square inch you can get on a sheet of paper, the more ‘literary’ you are. The good writers tough life often. The mediocre ones run a quick hand over her. The bad ones rape her and leave her for the flies.”
“Number two: leisure to digest it. And number three: the right to carry out actions based on what we learn from the interaction of the first two.” – Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
How refreshing, to write, to share. It’s been a while, but I went for the first time to an opening at Big Umbrella Studios, a cute little artists’ collective in SF. Here were some of my favorite details:
“Olga” by Benjamin Lacombe
Photo Credit: Benjamin Lacomble
How lovely is this? Something I happened upon on DailyArtFixx: “Benjamin lives and works in Paris with his dog Virgile, often found hiding among the pages of his books.” I love seeing things that inspire me!
To find out more, visit http://www.BenjaminLacombe.com
or check out his children’s books!