Saturday, November 26, 2011

Cordelia

No, no, no, no! Come, let's away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i' th' cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, i'll kneel down
and ask thee forgiveness. So we'll live,
and pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
at gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
talk of court news; and we'll talk with them too-
who loses and who wins; who's in, who's out-
and take upon 's the mystery of things,
as if we were God's spies; and we'll wear out,
in a wall'd prison, packs and sects of great ones
that ebb and flow by th' moon.
--King Lear to his daughter, Cordelia

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Feelin' frassy..

An Attitude toward existence --
a longing to escape from the world of political and social restraints.
To understand from experience, rather than reason.
To find salvation in just being.
To have the penetrating insight to let go and just be free.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Allston 'Rock City' Art Tour


Bye, Bye, Baby! I sold this work at the Allston 'Art City' Rock Tour this Saturday, but everything else is still available..


Tuesday, October 11, 2011

a finished thought.


do not got gentle into that good night,
old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
rage, rage against the dying light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
and learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
do not go gentle into that good night.
rage, rage against the dying of the light.
-dylan thomas