We are here to love each other, serve each other, and uplift each other.– Yogi Tea
The rhythm of life is when you experience your own body, mind, and soul.– Yogi tea
To know others is smart. To know yourself is wise.– Yogi Tea
I don’t like novels that end happily. They depress me so much.– Cecily, “The Importance of Being Earnest” by Oscar Wilde
All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does....– Algernon, “The Importance of Being Earnest” by Oscar Wilde
The truth is rarely pure and never simple. Modern life would be very tedious if...– Algernon, “The Importance of Being Earnest” by Oscar Wilde
If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll...– Oscar Wilde
An excerpt from "Mud" by Maria Irene Fornes
I just read Maria Irene Fornes' plays "Mud" and "The Conduct of Life" and loved them both. Surprisingly there is very little of her work on the internet, but I would suggest ordering a copy of her work. I have a book called "Maria Irene Fornes Plays" with a preface by Susan Sontag. I just really love her style. It reminds me a lot of my own writing. Or maybe a female version of Kurt Vonnegut minus the humor. Very dark, disconnected, Beckettian-like, with a sharp ending to both. I think she does really nice work, so here's an example. It's not as dark as any other page of this play, but it's nice and I like it.
Henry: Soon everything will be used only once. We will use things once. WE will need to do that as our time will be of value and it will not be feasible to spend it caring for things: washing them, mending them, repairing them. We will use a car till it breaks down. Then, we will discard it. A radio or any machine or appliance will be discarded as soon as it breaks down. We will make a call on the telephone and a new one will be delivered. Already we see places that use paper cups, paper plates, paper towels. Our time will not be wasted and we will choose how to spend it.
Mae: I don't think I'll be wanted in such a world.
Henry: Why not?
Mae: . . .Oh. In such a world a person must be of value.
Mae: I feel I am hollow. . . and offensive.
Henry: Why is that?
Mae: I think most people are.
Henry: What do you mean? Explain what you mean.
Mae: I don't think I can.
Henry: I am not offensive. I don't think I am offensive. I think I am a decent man.
Mae: You are a decent, Henry. I know you are, and so is Lloyd in his own way.
Henry: Then, what do you mean when you say we are offensive?
Mae: I mean that we are base, and that we spend our lives with small things.
Henry: I don't feel that I do that.
Mae: Don't be offended, Henry. You are not base. Of all the people I know you are the finest. You are the person I respect and feel most proud to know. I have no one to talk to. And sometimes I feel hollow and base. And I feel I don't have a mind. But when I talk to you I do. I feel I have a mind. Why is that? Why is it that some people make you feel stupid and some people make you feel smart. Not smart, because I am not smart. But some people make you feel that you have something inside you. Inside your head. Why is it that you can talk, Henry, and Lloyd cannot talk? Why is that? What I'm saying, Henry, is that I want you. That I want you here with me. That I love you.
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A small note on Valentine's Day
I was just lying on the floor reading Tom Stoppard’s “The Real Thing” and the smell of my hair set something off. My hair at this exact moment-though it has probably only done this once before-smells like the moment when you kiss someone and realize for the first time that you are in love with that person. Not a first kiss. It’s the scary,...
Valentine's Day Texts with Steve Timm
Me: There's a valentine in your mailbox for you when you get back from Florida. Deal with it.
Steve: I fought an alligator today and I saw 31 bald eagles and a butt load of manatees. Happy Valentine's Day to you.
Poetry for Valentine's Day →
Cherry plums suck a week’s soak, overnight they explode into the scenery of before your touch. The curtains open on the end of our past. Pink trumpets on the vines bare to the hummingbirds. Butterflies unclasp from the purse of their couplings, they light and open on the doubled hands of eucalyptus fronds. They sip from the pistils for seven generations that bear them through another tongue as...
Yours & Mine
Through your lens the sequoia swallowed me like a dryad. The camera flashed & forgot. I, on the other hand, must practice my absent- mindedness, memory being awkward as a touch that goes unloved. Lately your eyes have shut down to a shade more durable than skin’s. I know you love distance, how it smooths. You choose an aerial view, the city angled to abstraction, while I go for...
…the sea’s only gifts are harsh blows and, occasionally, the chance...– Primo Levi
30 Romantic Movie Quotes (just in time for...
I didn’t assemble this compilation, just found it here: http://extratv.warnerbros.com/2010/05/25_most_romantic_movie_quotes.php 1. “So it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me?...
The theatre is like the plague. Beneath such a scourge all social forms...– Antonin Artaud
Tremble: your whole life is a rehearsal for the moment you are in now.– Judith Malina
Imagination as the survival kit of the brain.– Julian Beck