“My objection to war was not that I had to kill somebody or be killed senselessly, that hardly mattered. What I objected to was to be denied the right to sit in a small room and starve and drink cheap wine and go crazy in my own way and at my own leisure.”
― Charles Bukowski, South of No North
There’s nothing to mourn about death any more than there is to mourn about the growing of a flower. What is terrible is not death but the lives people live or don’t live up until their death. They don’t honor their own lives, they piss on their lives. They shit them away. Dumb fuckers. They concentrate too much on fucking, movies, money, family, fucking. Their minds are full of cotton. They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without thinking. Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for them. Their brains are stuffed with cotton. They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly. Play them the great music of the centuries and they can’t hear it. Most people’s deaths are a sham. There’s nothing left to die.
― Charles Bukowski
Here’s another winter photo. This one is more romantic than the previous ones (a bit over the top actually). I don’t have many wise things to say about romance, so I’ll let Squirrel Nut Zippers provide the words & music to accompany this picture.
I’ve started stalking this blog (stalking sounds more fun & more creepy than following…) – latebloomerbuds.wordpress.com – and she wrote a post about her workspace called “Where I create”.
Her post is inspired by some women’s magazine where the readers gets the opportunity to get an insight into the studios & workspaces of female, high-profile artists (“regular” artists and craft divas from all over the world are featured as well). So, I figured: maybe I’ll write about my workspace?
Here’s a photo of a girl I captured at the market in Jerusalem. The market is known as the Shouk Mahne Yehuda, or just HaShouk (the shouk – the market). The poem I chose is written by american poet Shel Siverstein (September 25, 1930 – May 9/10, 1999). Continue reading →
I was glad when I realized that this dog has made it to the movies!”Red Dog” is a short novel Louis de Bernières wrote after he discovered a statue of a dog in the city of Karratha in the Australian outback.
Kathryn Flett at Guardian.co.uk writes the following in her book review from 2001:
“Red Dog is the semi-fictionalised biography of an extraordinary Red Cloud Kelpie – a tough, stocky, short-haired, pointy-eared breed of Australian sheep dog, descended from the Scottish collie – who became a legend in Western Australia during his short life (1971- 1979 RIP). Continue reading →