Who I'd like to meet: The beautiful ones.
Good listeners.
Careful readers.
Broken hearts.
Brimming hearts.
Fellow students.
Romantics.
Cynics.
The Undead.
The Hopefuls.
Smart People.
Inspiring People.
Epiphanies.
The Blissed-Out.
The Bummed-Out.
Rilke, who said, in Letters To A Young Poet:
I want to beg of you, as much as I can... to be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves like locked rooms and like books that are written in a foreign tongue.
Do not seek the answers, which cannot be given to you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is to live everything.
Live the question now. Perhaps then, gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answers.
HEY TURKEY! Go ahead - quit! We can't afford you anyway! Your demands to be paid in beaver pelts and fox furs have grown cumbersome! Where do you think we are, CANADA? Do we LOOK French to you? Does this look like a raccoon hat I'm wearing? I DON'T THINK SO. - Stuffed Pheasant
*•.¸¸.•*♡*•.¸¸.•*♡*•.¸¸.•*♡*•.¸¸.•*♡*•.¸¸.•*♡*•.¸¸.•* I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. Henry David Thoreau
Thanks for saying hi last night. While watching Polara and before that Molly Maher, I was thinking that if it wasn't for the Hoot I wouldn't know as much about our local music as I do. It was so fun to see all those people coif'd and amp'd and on a big stage. So thank you for all you do with the hoots and the 'hood. I'm glad we're "neighbors" and myspace friends.
