Sunday, December 29, 2013

The Irascible Mark Rothko in Arkansas



Today, I finally visited the Arkansas Arts Center in Little Rock to see the exhibit Mark Rothko in the 1940s: The Decisive Decade. After seeing my first Rothko at the Phoenix Art Museum years ago, I was mesmerized by his work and wanted to see more of it. So, when I discovered that the Arkansas Arts Center, only two hours away from Memphis, would have a Rothko exhibit, I knew that I had to go!

Before you reach the Rothko exhibit in the museum, there is another exhibit entitled Modern Art in America that hosted many pieces that had me drooling: among the pieces presented were Diego Rivera's Two Women, Paul Cezanne's Sous-Bois, Odilon Redon's Andromeda, Camille Pissarro's Kensington Gardens and Luigi Loir's L'ecole militare. I enjoyed viewing the works and tried to take my time through the initial exhibit yet I knew that Rothko awaited.



When I finally reached Rothko, I felt my mouth drop a couple of times as I stared at the strange pieces, wondering about the meaning behind them and then realizing that it did not matter. What mattered was that I enjoyed them all. I found that Rothko's pieces reminded me of dreams untold, emotions unheard of and words that had yet to be invented. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I stared at the paintings; I did not know if I felt the emotion Rothko had poured into the works or if the tears were simply my own response in the simplest form. Something that I found interesting while walking through the exhibit was the fact that Rothko was part of a group known as The Irascibles, a group of American abstract artists who rejected the Metropolitan Museum of Art's American Painting Today - 1950 exhibit.






Some of the artists that were a part of this group were Jackson Pollack, Willem de Kooning, poet Weldon Kees (one of my favourite poets!), Adolph Gottlieb, Hedda Sterne (the only woman in the group!) and others. Rothko is seated on the right in the first row.


As I walked through the exhibit a second time, I made note to read his quotes that were portrayed on the walls. Here are a couple:

"I quarrel with Surrealist and abstract art as only as one quarrels with his father and mother, recognizing the inevitability and function of my roots - I am both them and a new integral completely independent of them."

"If I must place my trust somewhere, I would insist it in the psyche of sensitive observers."

The work of Mark Rothko is bold and soft, tender and violent. The colours he chose were loud and striking yet he could make them a delicate as a feather. At times, I wanted to touch the paintings and feel the paint with my fingers yet I knew that I really did not want to spend a night in jail for the sake of art!

If you find yourself to be near or in Little Rock in the near future, do yourself a favour and go visit the exhibit!

A big thanks to the Arkansas Arts Center for hosting such an exhibit!





Saturday, December 21, 2013

poem - 17 October 2006




Throwing a stone across a pond causing ripples -
each linked to one another in the grand
scheme of things. The stone represents
changes and what one looks forward to in life
when boredom and ennui are rampant.
Lakes, rivers, ponds all: the source of breathing
and a feeling of existing, of simply
existing, moving beyond what we know as trivial.
Too often, people expect too much
and receive too little, their stones
creating ripples too messy and fractured
to take in with any sense of responsibility.
Shall a painted stone bring any relief
to the mundane? Shall a feather?
Whispered words taken directly from
direct meanings? Are the ripples meant to be
more than life: the universe tapered in a single act,
condensed and wrapped strictly for those with
limited depth? Pity felt - ripples more
in movement to ease, no longer suffering.

17 October 2006








(copyright 2006 Kimberly Richardson)


Sunday, December 15, 2013

The Lost Jack Kerouac

In 2012, Da Capo Press published The Sea is My Brother, the lost novel of Jack Kerouac. I had heard of this "lost " novel yet only read it several days ago. In short, I loved the book.

Now, let me get to WHY I loved the book!

This novel, written in 1943, after Kerouac completed his stint as a Merchant Marine, is the beginning of it all; the start of his literary career and his most famous work, On The Road. This novel tells the story of Wesley, a Merchant Marine who is in New York for a spell and meets up with some random people at a bar. Eventually one of them, a Columbia professor named Bill Everhart, decides that Wesley's life is just what he needs to shake up his humdrum of a literary elite life. He turns away from the comforts of the literary elite and joins his no-moss-growing friend towards the journey of change.



This novel sounds of a Kerouac just testing out his voice on the world, ready to take whatever comes his way and to proceed onward with more words, words, words. The voice is there, cracked and flawed yet it is unmistakably Kerouac; in fact, I heard his voice in my mind reading this book to me as though we were old friends that had reunited after such a long period of time. It was Jack and I was glad to see him again.

I will admit that every time I think of Kerouac or read anything about him, my mind instantly plays jazz in the background, for it is the only music that I can think of that suits him perfectly. The jazz flows, the mouth whispers and yells and I smile because I know who it is.

Thankfully, the main branch of the Memphis Public Library had copies of this book; now that I have read it, I know I want a copy of it to add to my library. If you are a lover of the Beat Generation, you need to read The Sea is My Brother.

Thank you again, Jack.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Book Review: The Immoralist by Andre Gide

So, I decided to take a break from reading Dune Messiah by Frank Herbert and read The Immoralist by Andre Gide. To say that it was a delightful book does not give it justice; this was slim and powerful novel about a man's embrace of Life after coming so close to Death. We, the readers, are given a firsthand look at Michel's life and how he has become more than a man, at least in the eyes of his friends; however, they see his "awakening" as something that might be dangerous and would upset the calm past Michel held onto so tightly before. We learn of his beloved wife, Marceline, and how devoted she was to him, right up to her painful death. We see a man come full circle to himself and beyond what the ordinary mind can not even begin to fathom. This is a book that must be read and enjoyed slowly, not like me who devoured it like a warm slice of pumpkin pie on a cold night. Gide's wards are like poetry; long and sensual, thoughtful and emotional.

I love reading works written by the Existentialists, for in their work they lay claim to the thought that once you understand that you will die, then and only then can you truly begin to live. How morbid and powerful at the same time. Michel, after coming so close to Death, wants to know what it truly means to live. Even as he watches his wife slowly fade away under her sickness, he burns with life and a desire to "move forward" at any cost.

To end this review, here is a great line from the book, summing up the central idea of this novel:

When you first knew me, I had a great steadfastness state of mind, and I know that's what makes real men - I have it no longer. But this climate, I believe, is what's responsible for the change. Nothing discourages thought so much as this perpetual blue sky. Here any exertion is impossible, so closely does pleasure follow desire. Surrounded by splendor and by death, I feel happiness too close, and the surrender to it too constant. I lie down in the middle of the day to deceive the dreary prospect of time and its intolerable leisure.




Sunday, December 8, 2013

Whims of Mercurius




I suppose, then, that to forgive
You is expected. Not for
A lack of trying.
This has gone beyond far, beyond enough,
And the words cannot come
Smoother or faster. I know no magick.
To take me at my words, flow straight
Down the pages to something barely
Understood is a miracle.
There is no other liquid to describe it.
I can no longer hold it inside of me,
Just pray, pray and perhaps
The gods shall return.
I am no longer here to listen
But rather to instruct the natures
Of the sybaritic philosophers.
Forward, onward to another truth,
Another tale, another something
That is foreign to your eyes.
My language, here, beside you
Grows stronger, no help from the
Fungus growing on your back
As a result of your tales.
My eyes burn yet not as your silver soul.
Come forward and let me kiss you.
Lips made of impure metal.
Never was I ever closer to you. 






(copyright 2013 Kimberly Richardson)

Monday, December 2, 2013

poem - 4.25.13




Strong willed and independent
Never did too much good.
Breathe, and all is shaken right.
See, and the world will respond.
Frailty never gains friends, only
The dirty laundry designed to
Stay that way. I remember
When I made love last week
And how I stared at my partner.
It was then I realized
That I was finally breathing.
My breath touched his skin
And he smiled with satisfaction
That finally, I learned something
After all.






(copyright 2013 Kimberly B. Richardson)

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Woody Allen and Manhattan - Life Worth Living

I just finished watching the film Manhattan starring Woody Allen and Dianne Keaton; this is one of my favourite films of all time. The black and white, the music, the humour as only Woody Allen can deliver. There is a scene close to the end in which Isaac (Allen) is recording the things that make life worth living. He includes Marlon Brando, the second movement of the Jupiter Symphony by Mozart, the apples and pears painted by Cezanne, and other things.



Watching that scene got my brain thinking - what are the things that make my life worth living? Life, as we all know, is a perfect display of the good, the bad and definitely ugly, yet there are moments when it is not so bad and we as humans can actually smile.

So, here is my list of what makes my life worth living:

The film Yellow Submarine

Marcel Proust


Kate Bush

Watching the leaves turn colour in Autumn

Playing with a kitten

Sharing a good laugh with people I care about

Listening to French music

Reading a good book

Making a new friend

Blue Train by John Coltrane

Autumn from Antonio Vivaldi's The Four Seasons

Seeing my first book get published

Walking through the French Quarter

Standing on the banks of the Mississippi River in Memphis

A good cup of green tea on a cold day

Telling someone that I love them


I would go on and on but I think you get the point. So, what makes your life worth living?




Saturday, November 23, 2013

poem - 28 July 2006


When we see ourselves truthfully
a little bit of our shadow selves begin to die,
crumbling like a lost book, the information dead
and long forgotten. We must be ready and
willing to shed our dead skin and wake up
refreshed and sensitive, our new skin glowing
without the aid of glorified lies and stories
not researched well enough.
We have lost, I think, a little bit of what it
means to be human, but still it is a small
sacrifice to weigh – the shedding is painful
and long lasting.




(copyright 2006 Kimberly Richardson)

This is NOT a Book Review of DUNE

So, I have finally finished reading DUNE by Frank Herbert and YES, I loved every page, yet this is NOT a book review.

Why, you may (or may not!) ask? Simple!

I know that many, many, many people have read this book and loved it - I think by now, almost everyone has read the book and knows almost everything about it.

However, what I would like to do in this blog post is talk about what I got out of DUNE.

Ready? Here we go!



DUNE is a damn fine novel with a good mix of everything for everyone: science fiction, mystery, politics, drama, romance, theology, spirituality, psychology, history and anything else I can't think of. This is a novel that made me ask many questions with answers that led to more questions regarding the Spice, the true role of Paul, the "relationship" between the Atreides and the Harkonnen and so on.

Although the majority of the book was set on Arrakis, I felt as though it could have been set anywhere in the world because the intrigues were born of human and therefore could be universally felt.

At times, I felt as though the sandworms were a symbol of Fear; when one can ride a sandworm and control it, then one can "ride" and control their Fear for after all, Fear is the mind killer.

Ingestion of the Spice means an awakening within oneself and the connection to everything around you. How many of us use yoga, mediation, Nature hikes and other methods to obtain said connection?

Although Jessica and Chani were seen as concubines, they held more power as opposed to a wife of a Lord; this reminded me of the geishas that were more than pretty women in makeup. They held power.

Spies were everywhere and no one, in a sense, could be trusted; one had to rely upon one's awareness in order to seek the truth of a situation or problem that lay ahead. This, again, is understanding that Fear is the mind killer.

I found myself fascinated with the Bene Gesserit as well as the Mentats; the Bene Gesserit were seen as soothsayers, witches, concubines and overall very powerful women that appeared to be more than human yet I found their "ways" to be both a blessing and a curse. I thought of the Mentats as computer-ish with the ability to tap into anything or anywhere they wished, thanks to the Spice. Paul, born of a Bene Gesserit who later has the capabilities of a Mentat, was the birth of both "cultures" in one being - this reminded me, to a point, of Anakin Skywalker and Luke Skywalker - the ability to work both light and dark of the Force to create a "new" Jedi.

If the Harkonnen and the Atreides were "related", then did that make the Harkonnen the "dark" side and the Atreides the "light" side of the same persona? As I spoke with a friend about this, he told me to think of the film The Dark Crystal.

So many questions yet I loved how my brain was challenged with every page. This is a trademark of a damn good book.


To end this blog post, I figured I would add my all time favourite quote from this book, even though I have quoted it before:


I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.


Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Hip Movie Review - An Education

I just finished watching the film An Education starring Carey Mulligan and Peter Sarsgaard and WOW, I am blown away by such a superb film!

An Education is based on the memoir of British journalist Lynn Barber during the year 1961 in London when Jenny, a young and headstrong girl who is pressured to attend Oxford by her domineering father, meets the charming and quite charismatic David, an older man who literally sweeps her off her feet. Thanks to David, Jenny is exposed to French music, culture, drinking, sex and other forms of her "education" of the real world . . . until it all comes crashing down.

The soundtrack will take you back to 1961within a few notes and leave you wanting more; in fact, I am currently listening to Juliette Greco, one of the French singers that Jenny loves to hear in the movie. Sous Le Ciel De Paris is now one of my favourite songs:




Take a look at the trailer below and then go out and see this film! It is worth "an education"!


Monday, November 18, 2013

John Gray from Timid Monster - Delightfully Weird and WONDERFUL!

So, I am still recovering from an awesome Memphis Comic and Fantasy Convention this past weekend (if you missed it, make sure to show up for it in 2014!) and I have to admit that this year's con was the best ever! So many authors, artists, musicians and other delightfully strange and unusual people.

During this past weekend, I got to not only meet the brains behind a really, really, really cool film company known as Timid Monster that is located right here in Memphis, but also purchased a copy of their short film entitled Avarice and signed up for their newsletter that included a free download of the short film John Gray - soon to be a full length feature.

After watching John Gray with my headphones on so that I could not hear my dishwasher in my kitchen, I was stunned and amazed at such a short yet very Steampunk-ish film that gave me just enough to whet my appetite.

John Gray has it all: contraptions, explosions, a never forgotten past, eccentric characters, cool Gothic costumes and above all else, hope for a better future. This short film will leave audiences wanting more and I hope we get to experience more of John Gray and his odd life very soon!

So, thank you, Timid Monster, for creating such a delightfully odd film!

I can't wait to see what else you guys come up with next!


Poem - 11 October 2006


revised thoughts
collected like rain falling from a roof

samples of words
brought to the light

afraid of nothing
more than their worth

silence is no longer and option
and yet the circle is complete

denial: a state of mind
a mind in fear of denial.





(copyright 2013 Kimberly Richardson)




Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Poem - Autumn's Child


Under the blanket of Autumn
apple trees flourish,
their gift to the world presented
sweet perfume, lingering, enticing the flesh of
Nature to partake of their labour.
The leaves, regal and elderly
fall like ghost soldiers to the pine-needled
ground, self sacrificed for their own
unknown cause and reason.
This sylvan space, this green
frozen and locked in its beauty
provide many an artist or poet
with inspiration and well as free insanity,
a slow evolution, one that can not
be taken lightly, refusing to acknowledge
the ever changing and polluting outside,
a fear that lies deep rooted and safe from
innocent eyes.
Is this place the whole of existence?
Should I be its messenger, a John the Baptist poetic
to warn the world of an imminent change,
a change to green, to flowers forever giving
their scent to overpower and kill,
of trees, golden and red, that whisper
through their branches, luring people away
under guises of comfort of Autumn?
This space, sacred, comes with longing
of souls, a desire to capture, and a feeling of lost.
And who am I who should care so
of this wood, this place of maddening beauty,
this Autumn tinged sanctuary?
I am of it, born from it,
dead because of it, living forever through it.
I am the autumn, leaves so golden and frail
scents with no definition and clean
eyes multicoloured and far reaching
littered with apples, the fruit of Avalon,
my soul the result of those who dared to love
too much this place; here I sit
under the blanket of Autumn.





Saturday, November 9, 2013

The Goth Librarian Goes 80s!

Thanks to my family, I grew up listening to all kinds of music: my grandad introduced me to the world of Jazz; my mother introduced me to Rock, Classical, R&B and Soul; my dad introduced me to the Blues; and my grandmother introduced me to Gospel. Needless to say, I have had quite a well rounded musical life.

So, it came as no surprise when, within a two hour period, I had a wonderful time listening to good ol' 80s music on the radio!

Check out the videos below and bang your head just like I did . . . in Kroger while looking at cans of soup.

Enjoy!


The Thompson Twins - Hold Me Now





Def Leppard - Foolin'




Heart - Nothing At All




Metallica - Wherever I May Roam




Depeche Mode - World In My Eyes




The Cure - Lovesong




James Taylor - How Sweet It Is




Steve Perry - Oh Sherrie





Shakespeare Sonnet 39

If you have not already figured it out, I am a BIG fan of William Shakespeare! The Bard has and always will have a special place in my heart, even when I sometimes do not understand the deeper meaning under his words of praise, flattery, Death and redemption.

Although I love his plays tremendously, I never really had a chance to read the Sonnets. 

So, I figured today would be that day!

Here is, for your enjoyment, Sonnet 39 (my age!)



O! how thy worth with manners may I sing, When thou art all the better part of me? What can mine own praise to mine own self bring? And what is't but mine own when I praise thee? Even for this, let us divided live, And our dear love lose name of single one, That by this separation I may give That due to thee which thou deserv'st alone. O absence! what a torment wouldst thou prove, Were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leave, To entertain the time with thoughts of love, Which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceive,
   And that thou teachest how to make one twain,
   By praising him here who doth hence remain.


Sunday, October 27, 2013

Highlights from the 2013 River Arts Fest

So, just as much as I am a book junkie, I am also an art junkie!

Thankfully, Memphis has several really great art festivals to whet my appetite and River Arts Fest is one that brightens my October every year! For one weekend, artists from all over the country and possibly the world bring their creative talents to Memphis to sell their wares and make new friends and followers. 2013 makes my third visit to this grand festival and this one did not disappoint. Not only did I see some wonderful pieces but I also ran into several artists that I had met the year before or from other art festivals (Heather Haymart, Joan Schulte, Terri Myer), saw Ned Canty, head of Opera Memphis and acted like an opera fan girl, met a very cool photographer named Bradley Bauer who dabbles in Steampunk photos, met the owner of Book Juggler, a new bookstore in South Main and just enjoyed Downtown Memphis!

Here are some photo highlights from the 2013 River Arts Fest:





Only at the River Arts Fest will you be able to see Godzilla standing next to Ned Canty from Opera Memphis . . . in Memphis!



Having the trolleys run through the festival just adds the Memphis touch to it all! And yes, I almost got run over by this trolley!



The Arcade, a Memphis landmark!



Booths filled with art as far as the eye could see!



So, if you find yourself in Memphis during the month of October, do yourself a favour and take the time to enjoy this weekend of fun!



ART JUNKIE FOREVER!








Saturday, October 26, 2013

Bibliophile + Money + Library Book Sale = DANGEROUSLY FUN

Everyone who knows me knows that I am a certified bibliophile. I love books, love their smell and will spend most if not all of my money to purchase them.

So, it came as no surprise that I visited the Memphis Library Fall Book Sale today . . . . TWICE!

Not only did I pick out some really good books for my eBay store, Viridianbooks, but I also got to meet a woman from Russia, got in plenty of exercise (do you realize how HEAVY books are?!) and I also got called a "regular" by one of the library staff!

This sign brings a smile to my face:








It always feels like Christmas whenever I walk into the large room filled with books; the smell sends me into overdrive and immediately, I begin loading up my cart. So it was that, once I had filled up my rolling cart within twenty minutes, I paid for my books, dropped them off in Malachi (my demonic car) then turned right around and returned to the sale, where I took my time and sampled each literary delicacy with patience.

An hour and a half later, I paid for my second crate (yes I said CRATE) of books, loaded them into Malachi, who actually groaned, then drove for home where I proceeded to dump them all out on my living room floor:





Here are some of the cooler books I was able to snag during this sale:


I am a BIG fan of Nick Cave and heard that he had several books out there that were hard to find. Lucky ME!!




Lawrence of Arabia is my all time favourite movie; I have to grab any books about T.E. Lawrence!




I discovered Aubrey Beardsley while studying the Decadent Movement; his illustrations were way before their time. Also, The Rape of the Lock is just a way too cool poem!



I have been wanting to read this book for years.



Chuck Palahniuk. Need I say more?



Peter Sellers is one of my favourite actors!



I actually do have a preppy side to my life - no laughing!



I finally have my copy of DUNE!



The illustrations sold me on purchasing the book, plus I have always wanted to read this book.



Isak Dinesen is one of my favourite authors plus it is SEVEN Gothic tales - right up my alley.



If any of these books tempt your fancy, please check out my eBay store - VIRIDIANBOOKS! These books and all of the others I purchased today will be listed soon - check regularly for updates!


Happy Reading!















Monday, October 14, 2013

Thank You, Frank Herbert

I will freely admit that I have tried to read the book Dune by Frank Herbert several times and I could not get through it. Perhaps I was in the wrong frame of mind, or perhaps I did not make the time to savour such a book.

However, I will state that a quote from the book has changed my mind and I will read the book once I have finished my latest read (Monsieur by Lawrence Durrell). I have heard many people use this quote and even I have used a part of it from time to time, yet now I have read the entire quote and NOW I truly get it.



“I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.”

 


 

Thank you, Frank Herbert.

 

Sunday, October 13, 2013

For the Love of Mushrooms

When I was younger, I HATED mushrooms. I thought them to be the foulest thing ever. I could never understand why people loved eating them; even my mother loved making stuffed mushrooms. I knew that those little things would never enter my mouth.

However . . . .

Years later, while visiting my parents, my mother grilled portobello caps for roasted veggie sandwiches and asked if I wanted to take one home. I said yes, although I knew I was not going to enjoy it. So, I brought the delicious smelling sandwich home, unwrapped it and bit into it. Seconds later, after devouring the entire sandwich, I called my mother and asked her if the sandwich had the mushroom in it. When she said yes and that I watched her grill the mushrooms, I then informed her that I did not eat a mushroom but rather a really tasty patty that took the place of the mushroom that she OBVIOUSLY forgot to place in my sandwich.

Long story short - I now LOVED mushrooms.

How could something that looked so strange taste so delicious? How could something that made me cringe make me want more in my belly?

Since that time, I have eaten portobello, crimini, oyster, chanterelles, white and many other mushrooms, joined the Cumberland Mycological Society of Tennessee, met Eugenia Bone, author of the book Mycophilia: Revelations from the Weird World of Mushrooms and even have friends send photographs of mushrooms that they have taken just for me!

Now, whenever I go hiking, my eyes wander all over the place, searching for things that people would overlook; mushrooms are one of those hidden pockets of magick that catches my eye every so often. Although I have not been on a true mushroom foray, I still enjoy my discoveries.

So, without further ado, here are some of my mushroom photos!



(this was taken by a friend)



(gossiping mushrooms)



(grilled baby bellas - too delicious!)



(Shelby Forest - Tennessee)



(Life goes on . . . . )



(Shelby Farms - Tennessee)



(Such a FUN GUY - get it?)



(Chanterelles - expensive and they have a creamy peppery taste)


 
 
Happy Fungi!

Sunday, October 6, 2013

Book Review - Flaubert's Parrot by Julian Barnes

Having just finished a lovely Mexican dinner of fajita chicken sauteed with crimini mushrooms, red bell peppers, onions, black beans and rice, plus tortilla chips, I now sit at my desk and type out yet another book review for you, the readers, to enjoy!

So, here we go!




Meet Geoffrey Braithwaite, our lovely, cynical, black humoured and somewhat authoritative narrator in the anti-novel novel Flaubert's Parrot by Julian Barnes. He is in his 60s, British, a former physician and a widower, who, after discovering two parrots that may have been owned by the famed author Gustave Flaubert, decides to conduct a time consuming research of the author's life and his most famed work, Madame Bovary. Within the pages of this slender yet strangely satisfying novel is a bird's eye (pun intended) view of Flaubert's life, his process and struggle of writing Madame Bovary, and also the comparison of Braithwaite's life and his own eccentricities. As typical of Barnes' writing style, we the readers can not help but follow the narrator's footsteps simply because we want to know how he will get to the next step in his journey of "discovering" Flaubert.

After I completed this novel, I wanted to immediately check out a copy of Madame Bovary at the library and compare the "notes" of this anti-novel novel to the real book. I also wanted to read more about Flaubert since I felt he had become my own study. People called him a dog, a bear, a parrot, a camel, a loner, a hater of women, a lover of women, a man with many regrets, an enigma and an author who was very much ahead of his time, as most authors are.

If you have read Pale Fire by Vladimir Nabokov and was not put off by the anti-novel aspect of it, then you will certainly enjoy Flaubert's Parrot. A literary gem!

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Photos of the Life



Sometimes, one must stop their rushed pace in Life and just watch the clouds.




Sometimes, one must stop to smell the flowers, even if they barely have a scent.





Sometimes, we must stop and admire Nature that stands all around us.




Sometimes, it is good to honour magick in all forms.




Sometimes, it is good to read a good book.






So, what will YOU do today?

I will continue to be proud of my Freak Flag and watch clouds, read good books, smell flowers, admire Nature and honour magick!