Memorable Passages

[BaitongBoy]

And remember the old dogs
who fought so well:
Hemingway, Celine, Dostoevsky, Hamsun.

If you think they didn't go crazy
in tiny rooms
just like you're doing now

without women
without food
without hope

then you're not ready.

― Charles Bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

[BaitongBoy]

James A. Michener, The Fires of Spring

[BaitongBoy]

Trevanian

[BaitongBoy]

Thomas Hardy, Far from the Madding Crowd

[BaitongBoy]

Victor Hugo,

[Boon Mee]

But from time to time he makes her laugh
She cooks a meal of two
Everybody loves the sound of a train in the distance
Everybody thinks it's true

What is the point of this story
What information pertains
The thought that life could be better
Is woven indelibly
Into our hearts and our brains

Paul Simon - Train in the Distance

[BaitongBoy]

Brian W. Aldiss

[BaitongBoy]

Diana Gabaldon, Outlander

[Boon Mee]

While this America settles in the mould of its vulgarity,
heavily thickening to empire,
And protest, only a bubble in the molten mass, pops
and sighs out, and the mass hardens,

I sadly smiling remember that the flower fades to make fruit,
the fruit rots to make earth.
Out of the mother; and through the spring exultances,
ripeness and decadence; and home to the mother.

You making haste haste on decay: not blameworthy; life is good,
be it stubbornly long or suddenly
A mortal splendor: meteors are not needed less than mountains:
shine, perishing republic.



Shine Perishing Republic by Jeffers

[BaitongBoy]

Bob Marley

[Boon Mee]

All Along the Watchtower:

5 Prepare the table, watch in the watchtower, eat, drink: arise, ye princes, and anoint the shield.
6 For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth.
9 And, behold, here cometh a chariot of men, with a couple of horsemen. And he answered and said, Babylon is fallen, is fallen; and all the graven images of her gods he hath broken unto the ground.

Isaiah 21

[BaitongBoy]

Eudora Welty, On Writing

[BaitongBoy]

E. E. Cummings, 1894 - 1962

[Boon Mee]

There must be some kind of way outta here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief

Business men, they drink my wine
Plowman dig my earth
None were level on the mind
Nobody up at his word
Hey, hey

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us stop talkin' falsely now
The hour's getting late, hey

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants, too
Outside in the cold distance
A wildcat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl

Bob Dylan

[Boon Mee]

(From the 1928 Book of Common Prayer, Reformed Episcopal Church)

Almighty and most merciful Father, we humbly beseech thee, of thy great goodness, to restrain those immoderate rains, wherewith thou hast afflicted us;

And we pray thee to send us such seasonable weather, that the earth may, in due time, yield her increase, for our use and benefit; and give us grace, that we might learn, by thy visitations, to amend our lives, and for the clemency to give thee thanks and praise; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

W/reference to the Texas disaster unfolding.