7.7.14
"I'm not afraid of failing, I'm not a failure. I'm afraid of succeeding at living a boring existence... which, to me, is the slow death of allowing myself to fail."
--Marcus Omari of Poetic Reform Party
July 7 2014
"It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying of drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you pick this thing up, making discovery sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it was nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stilling that out-of-sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which he went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind, and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on."
Being a showcase director gives me the guts to approach some dang remarkable artists. It's a silly feeling to get butterflies quite frequently while sending out emails or talking with them. I'm the one who is providing an opportunity though what an opportunity to work with them, I say!
--Marcus Omari of Poetic Reform Party
July 7 2014
"It is the nightly custom of every good mother after her children are asleep to rummage in their minds and put things straight for the next morning, repacking into their proper places the many articles have wandered during the day. If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her. It is quite like tidying of drawers. You would see her on her knees, I expect, lingering humorously over some of your contents, wondering where on earth you pick this thing up, making discovery sweet and not so sweet, pressing this to her cheek as if it was nice as a kitten, and hurriedly stilling that out-of-sight. When you wake in the morning, the naughtiness and evil passions with which he went to bed have been folded up small and placed at the bottom of your mind, and on the top, beautifully aired, are spread out your prettier thoughts, ready for you to put on."
One's life and inner world can move so quickly that we lose sight of genuinely connecting and showing gratitude to all of the loved ones near by, and easily the strangers near by as well. There's always so much more love and appreciation to offer. Everyone is entitled to some even when they are wearing a mask and are quiet about it.
July 3 2014Being a showcase director gives me the guts to approach some dang remarkable artists. It's a silly feeling to get butterflies quite frequently while sending out emails or talking with them. I'm the one who is providing an opportunity though what an opportunity to work with them, I say!
People say that what we're all seeking is a meaning for life. I don't think that's what we're really seeking. I think what we're seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonance within our own innermost being and reality, so that the we actually feel the rapture of being alive. -- Joseph Campbell
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