Category Archives: Other peoples words

Inspiration Means Breathing In

“I don’t know about you, but my right-now life is laden with reality: bills, the 9-to-5 (necessary to pay said bills), the leaden thing that weighs on everyone at said 9-to-5 (making them mean and me mean), family, the failures … Continue reading →

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Time Travel Interview Part II

In Which I answer the last 18 questions posed by Marcel Proust’s aunt to the 14 year-old Proust. I gotta say these are pretty tough questions for a 14 year-old. I know if my aunt asked me these questions when … Continue reading →

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Time Travel Interview

I was sitting here minding my own business enjoying my time off from my Physical Therapist Assistant training when I came across these questions posed by a French woman to her 14 year old nephew, who just happened to be … Continue reading →

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Love in the Complex World

  I want to learn this:   for I am mad with    devouring ecstasy to make joyous hymns for the whole earth. Walt Whitman, Excelsior I wonder if it is possible. I think I remember coming close a few times … Continue reading →

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A Few Foolish Things

“I was reading the dictionary. I thought it was a poem about everything.” – Steven Wright Even at the time When my father lay dying I still kept farting. Composed by Yamazaki Sokan /Translated by Donald Keene A poem I … Continue reading →

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