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Helen Frankenthaler.

justanothermasterpiece:

Helen Frankenthaler.

"It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." That’s the opening sentence of Charles Dickens’ bestselling novel "A Tale of Two Cities." The author was describing the period of the French Revolution in the late 18th century, but he could just as well have been talking about our time — or any other time, for that matter.

Of course many modern cynics reject the idea that our era could in any way be construed to be the best of times. They obsess on the idea that ours is the worst of all the worst times that have ever been.

Here’s my request: Even if you are one of those cynics, be rebellious and come up with five reasons why this is the best of times.

If you like, you may balance your testimony with a litany of why this is the worst of times.

More from Dickens:

It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times,

it was the age of wisdom,

it was the age of foolishness,

it was the epoch of belief,

it was the epoch of incredulity,

it was the season of Light,

it was the season of Darkness …

justanothermasterpiece:

Wendy Mcwilliams. 

justanothermasterpiece:

Wendy Mcwilliams. 

Amo Ergo Sum

by Kathleen Raine

Because I love

The sun pours out its rays of living gold

Pours out its gold and silver on the sea.

Because I love

The earth upon her astral spindle winds

Her ecstasy-producing dance.

Because I love

Clouds travel on the winds through wide skies,

Skies wide and beautiful, blue and deep.

Because I love

Wind blows white sails,

The wind blows over flowers, the sweet wind blows.

Because I love

The ferns grow green, and green the grass, and green

The transparent sunlit trees.

Because I love

Larks rise up from the grass

And all the leaves are full of singing birds.

Because I love

The summer air quivers with a thousand wings,

Myriads of jewelled eyes burn in the light.

Because I love

The iridescent shells upon the sand

Take forms as fine and intricate as thought.

Because I love

There is an invisible way across the sky,

Birds travel by that way, the sun and moon

And all the stars travel that path by night.

Because I love

There is a river flowing all night long.

Because I love

All night the river flows into my sleep,

Ten thousand living things are sleeping in my arms,

And sleeping wake, and flowing are at rest.

— Kathleen Raine

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Kathleen Raine (1908-2003) was a brilliant Cambridge-educated scholar and poet who won numerous awards for her poetry in the U.K. and France. Many of her colleagues were towering intellectuals, but she herself wanted “to get away from the misconception that everything has a rational explanation.” She gravitated instead toward “the sacred springs of life.”

justanothermasterpiece:

Kurt Nimmo.

justanothermasterpiece:

Kurt Nimmo.

Here’s the homework I gave my readers: “Guess what age you’ll be when you finally know exactly who you are.”

In response, a woman named Bridjet wrote this: “I hope I NEVER completely know who I am! I love discovering new mysteries about myself; I love to change as everything else around me changes. It’s one of the most beautifully thrilling things about life — that the only constant is change. If I ever know completely who I am, it’ll be a sad day — because it will mean that I haven’t changed in a long time, that I’ve become stagnant.”

justanothermasterpiece:

Kurt Nimmo.

justanothermasterpiece:

Kurt Nimmo.

Your addiction is obstructing you from your destiny, and yet it’s also your ally.

What?! How can both be true?

On the downside, your addiction diverts your energy from a deeper desire that it superficially resembles. For instance, if you’re an alcoholic, your urge to get loaded may be an inferior substitute for and a poor imitation of your buried longing to commune with spirit.

On the upside, your addiction is your ally, because it dares you to get strong and smart enough to wrestle free of its grip; it pushes you to summon the uncanny willpower necessary to defeat the darkness within you that saps your ability to follow the path with heart.

(P.S. Don’t tell me you have no addictions. Each of us is addicted to some sensation, feeling, thought, or action, if not to an actual substance.)

justanothermasterpiece:

Karen Darling.

justanothermasterpiece:

Karen Darling.

"You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it."

—Robin Williams

justanothermasterpiece:

Louis Delegato.

justanothermasterpiece:

Louis Delegato.

Experiment: Memorize the lines below, which were written by George Bernard Shaw, and deliver them to the one with whom you’d most like to weave your fortunes more closely together. If there is no human you feel moved to address so tenderly, speak them to a favorite muse or angel.

"You are my inspiration and my folly. You are my light across the sea, my million nameless joys, and my day’s wage. You are my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my transfiguration and purification. You are my rapscallionly fellow vagabond, my tempter and star. I want you."

Clarissa Pinkola Estes: Persons called to this work typically feel relentless sensations of broken-heartedness about the state of the world, but also carry an unshakable and inspired hope for humankind. There may be anger as well. The seemingly contradictory but powerful forces of the broken heart commingled with hope are the enduring underpinnings for effecting ongoing and positive change.

Interviewer: You are saying that the social activist has a broken heart?

Clarissa Pinkola Estes: Yes, a heart that is broken open — and stays broken open — a soul alert to its calling.

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Yoon Joo.

justanothermasterpiece:

Yoon Joo.

"The real secret of magic is that the world is made of words," said Terence McKenna in "Alien Dreamtime," "and that if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish."

Here’s my version of that hypothesis: What world you end up living in depends at least in part on your use of language.

Do you want to move and breathe amidst infertile chaos where nothing makes sense and no one really loves anyone? Then speak with unconscious carelessness, expressing yourself lazily. Constantly materialize and entertain angry thoughts in the privacy of your own imagination, beaming silent curses out into eternity.

Or would you prefer to live in a realm that’s rich with fluid epiphanies and intriguing coincidences and mysterious harmonies? Then be discerning and inventive in how you speak, primed to name the unexpected codes that are always being born right in front of your eyes. Turn your imagination into an ebullient laboratory where the somethings you create out of nothings are tinctured with the secret light you see in your dreams of invisible fire.

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