Wednesday, February 24, 2010
inspirational writers. these crafts are no papier macher. these crafts are made of words. a few writers' quotes I've found motivating this morning.
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life. The evening beam that smiles the clouds away, and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray. - Lord Byron
You cannot find peace by avoiding life. - Virginia Woolf
Wherever I sat - on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok - I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air. - Sylvia Plath
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!” - Jack Kerouac
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
just skip, hippity hop over those hands of time.
hurry, run, or they'll trap you inside
their bubble too tight, too thin, too fine.
and what would you do, oh what could you do there but hide?
pump up those boots full of air and float!
jumpity jump, atop the tall chrome lighthouse.
ahoy matey! says the captain of a wooden sail boat,
permission to board say you, like a silly pocket mouse.
take hold of the ship, lickity split! tight grip on it!
flippity dip, into the sea you've fallen.
Ocean tastes awful, I suggest you spit-spit-spit!
Do you smell, with your nose, it's pollen.
swim, jiggidy finn! there's an island in sight.
sniff, daffodils so sweet, pretty and neat!
this land is fruity, mmm and juicy, take a bite!
Uh-oh! a creepy crawly lands on your bare feet.
dash, diggidy flash away, so afraid of bugs you are.
stop, halt look! a cabin, there's a cabin ahead!
a man in red boots, a rocking chair, a guitar.
would you like to take a rest, a rest in his bed?
trust is a must! when you're stranded abroad.
sleepy, cheeky pipsqueak, dream for now wake up when it's day.
yawn, stretch, arise at home...what? this story is flawed!
but where did you go, what did you do? where did you stay?
chumpity chump, you believe everything you're told.
don't listen to me, I only tell tales when I'm bored.
when you're wiser you'll know imagination collects mold.
so exercise your brain! let creativity be restored!