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Words For Wednesday: Art and Driving

Posted in Words for Wednesday on February 17th, 2010

Today we have an excerpt from Danny Gregory’s excellent book “The Creative License: Giving Yourself Permission to be the Artist You Truly Are”.

What if we treated driving like we treat the arts?

We’d assume that people were either born to drive or not.  We’d wait and see if, as children, they started driving on their own, if they had talent and a calling.  If they did, we would be careful not to interfere with their talent and possibly suppress it.  We would make sure to encourage only those who seemed they’d be able to drive professionally.  We’d pay some of them millions of dollars to drive and lavish them with fame; others we would refuse to support, encouraging them to do something more useful for society.  Everyone else would assume that they would never be able to drive and would just stand on the sidewalks and watch the traffic.  At least the ozone layer would be in better shape.

Words For Wednesday: Lincoln

Posted in Words for Wednesday on February 10th, 2010

Today I have chosen some words from Abraham Lincoln, as we prepare to celebrate President’s Day weekend.  This is from Lincoln’s second inaugural address, one of the shortest recorded at 703 words total.

With malice toward none; with charity for all; with firmness in the right, as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in; to bind up the nation’s wounds; to care for him who shall have borne the battle, and for his widow, and his orphan – to do all which may achieve and cherish a just, and a lasting peace, among ourselves, and with all nations.

Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865)

Words For Wednesday: Leisure

Posted in Words for Wednesday on February 3rd, 2010

Leisure by W. H. Davies

What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.

No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.

No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.

No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.

A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.

Words For Wednesday: Birthday Candles

Posted in Words for Wednesday on January 27th, 2010

I love Dave Barry. Okay, I’ve never met him, but I can always count on his writing to cheer me up on a grey day. Not only can his writing bring a smile to my face, he is a master of the run-on metaphor (also sometimes known as “running a metaphor into the ground”). Today’s example is from his book ‘Dave Barry Turns 40’. Enjoy! Larkin

I believe it was Shakespeare, or possibly Howard Cosell, who first observed that marriage is very much like a birthday candle, in that “the flames of passion burn brightest when the wick of intimacy is first ignited by the disposable butane lighter of physical attraction, but sooner or later the heat of familiarity causes the wax of boredom to drip all over the vanilla frosting of novelty and the shredded coconut of romance.”

Words For Wednesday

Posted in Words for Wednesday on January 20th, 2010

This is the inaugural post of something new here at BB&B.  I love reading, I love words, and oftentimes words will trigger or inform my visual art work.  And so, I have decided to share some words with you.  They may be poetry (as today) or prose, quotes, song lyrics, something from the morning news, or gems of language from the mouths of babes or babblers.  But the words will all have struck me as significant or meaningful in some way.  I’m going to try to post some words here every Wednesday, but forgive me if I am on the road and miss a time or two.

Enjoy, my little chickadees!

Halleluiah by Mary Oliver

Everyone should be born into this world happy
    and loving everything.
But in truth it rarely works that way.
For myself, I have spent my life clamoring toward it.
Halleluiah, anyway I’m not where I started.

And have you too been trudging like that, sometimes
    almost forgetting how wondrous the world is
        and how miraculously kind some people can be?
And have you too decided that probably nothing important
    is ever easy?
Not, say, for the first sixty years.

Halleluiah, I’m sixty now, and even a little more
And some days I feel I have wings.