Friday, December 21, 2012
Even knowing the end of the world might be here and all of the world's art, music and literature could be wiped away today and even though we are only here for a short while, we must continue to create, paint, write, build, compose, sculpt, choreograph, carve and photograph to our greatest ability. If, one day, there is indeed only a ghost of us left in the cosmos — perhaps in the form of a few “cave drawings” inside our abandoned intergalactic escape ships — it is still our duty to treasure our time and leave this world a more manageable, loving, less painful place than when we got here.
Monday, December 3, 2012
I knew a gypsy girl last spring
with laughter in her eyes
She made a rope of silver stars
and climbed to reach the skies.
She made a road of tangled silk
burned gold at dawn and then
she said "there are lands that i
must see but i'll be back again!"
I don't know the author of this poem or if there's more words to it. I just remember this part and always liked it