"I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one's being, a satisfaction of spirit. To practice means to perform, in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision,
of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired." - Martha Graham
"Complete disruption" of anterior talofibular ligament, anterior tibiofibular
ligament, calcaneofibular ligament, tibiotalar ligament, and fracture of the
talus joint. It happened on November 2nd, three months ago. I'm officially tired of it now. My self portrait in hotel room with crutches. Whine.
“This guy’s walking down the street when he
falls in a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out. A doctor passes by and
the guy shouts up, ‘Hey you. Can you help me out?’ The doctor writes a
prescription, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a priest comes along
and the guy shouts up, ‘Father, I’m down in this hole can you help me out?’ The
priest writes out a prayer, throws it down in the hole and moves on. Then a
friend walks by, ‘Hey, Joe, it’s me can you help me out?’ And the friend jumps
in the hole. Our guy says, ‘Are you stupid? Now we’re both down here.’ The
friend says, ‘Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.’” -
John Spencer as Leo McGarry on The West Wing (Season 2, Episode 10)
“The greatest danger, that of losing one’s
own self, may pass off quietly as if it were nothing; every other loss, that of
an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc., is sure to be noticed.” -
"I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving
hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been,
time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Lovers
and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the
indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A
formula, a phrase remains,--but the best is lost. The answers quick and keen,
the honest look, the laughter, the love, -- They are gone. They are gone to
feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I
know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all
the roses in the world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the
grave, Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they
go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And
I am not resigned."
The year’s doors open
like those of language,
toward the unknown.
Last night you told me:
we shall have to think up signs,
sketch a landscape, fabricate a plan
on the double page
of day and paper.
Tomorrow, we shall have to invent,
the reality of this world.
“January First” by Octavio Paz, translated by Elizabeth Bishop from The Complete
Poems 1927-1979 by Elizabeth Bishop. Copyright 1979, 1983 by Alice Helen