01 / 2010


Sharpening one’s wit with all one’s understanding is almost as satisfying as writing haiku. (January 3, 2010 at 22:51)

“In its early stages, insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer darkly take refuge.” ~ Colette (January 5, 2010 at 0:06)

For an hour we ran in broken English, which I ran fluently. (January 5, 2010 at 11:16)

Today I am represented by my animus. (January 5, 2010 at 11:47)

Sarcasm is a word so often misused – it is the skilful use of words, images, learning honed to the sharpest of wit. It cuts like any double-edged sword but more finely; it can slip through the place where the soul is divided from the spirit, or joints from the marrow; it can lay bare secret emotions and thoughts. Anything less is mere posturing and pissing in the wind. (January 5, 2010 at 22:47)

“Life is something that happens when you can’t get to sleep.” ~Fran Lebowitz  (January 6, 2010 at 9:36)

Poetry is the deification of reality. (January 6, 2010 at 15:46)

Speak not, lie hidden, and conceal the way you dream, the things you feel. Deep in your spirit let them rise akin to stars in crystal skies that set before the night is blurred: delight in them and speak no word. (January 7, 2010 at 21:41)

The fullness of all is whispered in the gentlest of breezes. (January 7, 2010 at 22:25)

The line is very fine indeed – one must never forget that all of us are born alone and die alone – there can be no danger of feeling superior to another if one holds that truth always in mind. (January 8, 2010 at 7:04)

The job of the artist is always to deepen the mystery. (January 10, 2010 at 7:50)

If I could write a poem as visionary as this etching I could then enter silence. (January 10, 2010 at 20:11)

I am going into a time of relative silence for a short time and will come back bareheaded with a sharpened blade. (January 12, 2010 at 21:57)

What’s on my mind? All of you xXxXx (January 12, 2010 at 23:33)

And we are put on earth a little space that we may learn to bear the beams of love … (January 14, 2010 at 19:50)

“Live life so completely that when death comes to you like a thief in the night, there will be nothing left for him to steal.” (January 18, 2010 at 6:56)

For the present I embrace my role as Facebook’s first Poustinik. (January 19, 2010 at 8:00)

Eloquence is a painting of the thoughts. (January 20, 2010 at 20:58)

“Most people resort to sarcasm to drive away others who approach to near their spirit lest it be laid bare. True sarcasm affirms the baker while breaking apart the bread. – Svetlana Marisova (January 21, 2010 at 23:38)

Our lives are the poems we make of them. “These poems, with all their crudities, doubts, and confusions, are written for the love of Man and in praise of God, and I’d be a damn’ fool if they weren’t.” – Dylan Thomas (January 23, 2010 at 23:07)

The mystery of the incarnation is everything. (January 24, 2010 at 8:23)

I could not refuse your request. Who knows what wisdom I may learn from you. (January 25, 2010 at 14:02)

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