In Breton
poem
In Breton, they say there’s a word that weaves between green and blue, allowing for haze, precipitation, the burr of distance, the welcome shock of escaping light warming your shoulders.
Category Archives: INNOCENCE
wings of innocence place us near God – p a noushad
“I saw something I could never forget. I saw lifetimes of acknowledgement, fear, wisdom, questioning, and understanding in a child’s eye. It was the worst thing I would ever witness.”
― Shannon A. Thompson, November Snow
We should put the emphasis on the rediscovery of our own individual clown, the one that has grown-up within us and which society does not allow us to express. Jacques Lecoq
The genius of clowning is transforming the little, everyday annoyances, not only overcoming, but actually transforming them into something strange and terrific. it is the power to extract mirth out of nothing and less than nothing.
“Grock” Karl Adrie
http://www.silentclown.com/inspirations.htm
TERRY BRENNAN
Fear of Clowns
Over summer the circus came again to the Regatta Grounds
and all up and down in clear view of highway intersections
half-a-dozen huge jumping-castle sized inflated clowns
were blown up ridiculously and roped down in various front yards.
Six metres tall, with orange hair, the pink nose, big eyes and luber lips
and bobbing blue hats taller than the brick veneer and carport.
Sitting squat and wiggling in the wind like silly super-sized toddlers,
with their grimacing gigantic gargantuan gobs.
Coulrophobia is a ‘fear of clowns’, and arguably it’s well-founded.
I don’t know how Hobart Coulrophobiasts cope
when the circus comes to town and flogs its bill.
There’s no road out of town safe from the grease-paint monsters.
One Sunday morning when the winds really gusted up
I saw one of these jumping-castle clowns jump its fence.
It bounced like a nightmare nursery rhyme ball, its ropes dangling,
all the way over a six-lane highway to finish stupefied against a cyclone fence.
Innocence plays in the backyard of ignorance.
The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld. : 1866 – 1939), Saturday 10 August 1895
the torturer’s horse
scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
Every life is a march from innocence, through temptation, to virtue or vice. ~Lyman Abbott
“Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are part of the much larger temptation to self-rejection. When we have come to believe in the voices that call us worthless and unlovable, then success, popularity, and power are easily perceived as attractive solutions. The real trap, however, is self-rejection. As soon as someone accuses me or criticizes me, as soon as I am rejected, left alone, or abandoned, I find myself thinking, “Well, that proves once again that I am a nobody.” … [My dark side says,] I am no good… I deserve to be pushed aside, forgotten, rejected, and abandoned. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the “Beloved.” Being the Beloved constitutes the core truth of our existence.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen
Necromantics
Seven the things that tempt us,
Nine the time of day,
Two the distance between us
And there is one way.
Green the thought love rests in,
White the thought that parts,
Black the shadow tests us
With our destroying arts.
A sign is enough to live by,
A shape we make in air;
A long line of time we follow.
Does it lead us anywhere?
ERN O’MALLEY
http://www.ernmalley.com/harris_poetry.html
Each virtue responds to a specific form of innocence. Innocence is moral instinct. Virtue is prose, innocence is poetry. Novalis
Regard it as just as desirable to build a chicken house as to build a cathedral.” – Frank Lloyd Wright
http://www.backyardchickens.com/a/common-chicken-sayings-idioms-other-funny-things-we-say
Innocence plays in the backyard of ignorance.
“Don’t be afraid that your life will end, be afraid that it will never begin.”
http://www.thoughts-about-god.com/quotes/quotes-life.htm
“It is to be remembered that all art is magical in origin – music,
sculpture, writing, painting – and by magical I mean intended to
produce very definite results. Paintings were originally formulae
to make what is painted happen. Art is not an end in itself, any
more than Einstein’s matter-into-energy formulae is an end in itself.
Like all formulae, art was originally FUNCTIONAL, intended to make
things happen, the way an atom bomb happens from Einstein’s
formulae.”
― William S. Burroughs
Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly.”
― M.F.K. Fisher
Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?”
― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends
Pity for the guilty is treason to the innocent. -Kahlan
― Terry Goodkind, Faith of the Fallen
“That reminds me." I dug into my book bag and pulled out a white cardboard box tied with a string. "I brought these back for you."
He looked at the box, then at me, before slowly reaching out. "What are they?"
"Poisonous snakes. Open it."
Zachary untied the string. "They seem like very quiet snakes."
"They’re stealthy. Or maybe dead.”
Jeri Smith-Ready, Shade
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