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Category Archives: OTHER PEOPLE
“You pass people on the street, some are for you, some are not.” ― Robert Henri, The Art Spirit
“Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things: air, sleep, dreams, sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” – Cesare Pavese
‘To Travel is to Live’: 24 Quotes that Will Inspire You to Wander the Globe
LETTERS FOR BOBBY EARLL
MESSAGES FOR BOB EARLE
Marc
4/18/2015 — Yes.. I found him. Well. Kind of. News of him anyways. He’s living in Nevada and from what I understand he has suffered some seriously declining health in the past few months. I talked to a friend of his who is in regular contact with him who said he’s in and out of the hospital. I am going to get an address of his friend that I can send a message to Bobby thanking him for all he’s given us/me. I will not post that address. However if people want to send me their note of gratitude I will gladly include it with mine — it in one big envelop to send. Time is of the essence as I will probably send my letter within a couple weeks of the posted date above.
PLEASE POST COMMENTS BELOW UNTIL WE HAVE AN ADDRESS FOR MARC.
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Robert (Bob) Earll is a complex man, someone whose name is being tossed around as people seek him out online. (Not to be confused with Dr. Bob Earll of UK.) This entry is about Robert Earll who wrote for tv series like Hill Street Blues, Nightstalker, Ironside from the 1960s through the 1990s. His film credits list him as a writer, producer, developer over a span of years in which he was involved with creating truly remarkable story lines for gripping tv series. His talent as a writer may well be connected to a life lived on the edge, as revealed in his autobiographical book “I Got Tired of Pretending” (1989; ISBN: 0922641692), STEM Publications (P.O. Box 8307, Tucson, Arizona 85738) and in another book “Turning on the Light: A plan for empowerment & fullness of life” (STEM, 1992; ISBN: 0922641641). Truly, all of life is grist for a writer.
“A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.” ― Edmond de Goncourt
There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellowmen.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Five Orange Pips
foto – the lodge in bellingen 2014
May sleep envelop you as a bed sheet floating gently down, tickling your skin and removing every worry. Reminding you to consider only this moment. Jeb Dickerson
http://www.quotegarden.com/sleep.html
“It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone’s fault. If it was Us, then what did that make Me? After all, I’m one of Us. I must be. I’ve certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We’re always one of Us. It’s Them that do the bad things.”
― Terry Pratchett, Jingo
To learn a language is to have one more window from which to look at the world.
* It is wrong to judge by appearances. Despite his expression, which was that of a piglet having a bright idea, and his mode of speech, which might put you in mind of a small, breathless, neurotic but ridiculously expensive dog, Mr Horsefry might well have been a kind, generous and pious man. In the same way, the man climbing out of your window in a stripy jumper, a mask and a great hurry might merely be lost on the way to a fancy-dress party, and the man in the wig and robes at the focus of the courtroom might only be a transvestite who wandered in out of the rain. Snap judgements can be so unfair.”
― Terry Pratchett, Going Postal
“Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.” ― André Breton, Mad Love
“Each meeting occurs at the precise moment for which it was meant. Usually, when it will have the greatest impact on our lives.”
― Nadia Scrieva, Fathoms of Forgiveness
What soap is for the body, tears are for the soul. Jewish Proverb
It’s all the same thing to those who know nothing. Used if someone views different things as if they’re all the same. (Lit. It’s all soap to the Bedouins.)
http://arabic.desert-sky.net/coll_proverbs.html
The Maitland Daily Mercury (NSW : 1894 – 1939), Tuesday 31 August 1897
“There is an old German fable about porcupines who need to huddle together for warmth, but are in danger of hurting each other with their spines
When they find the optimum distance to share each other’s warmth without putting each other’s eyes out, their state of contrived cooperation is called good manners. Well, those old German fabulists certainly knew a thing or two. When you acknowledge other people politely, the signal goes out, “I’m here. You’re there. I’m staying here. You’re staying there. Aren’t we both glad we sorted that out?” When people don’t acknowledge each other politely, the lesson from the porcupine fable is unmistakeable. “Freeze or get stabbed, mate. It’s your choice.”
― Lynne Truss, Talk to the Hand: The Utter Bloody Rudeness of the World Today, or Six Good Reasons to Stay Home and Bolt the Door
The Register (Adelaide, SA : 1901 – 1929), Saturday 26 April 1913
Beauty And vanity Vanish like vapour on A hot day; winter wrinkles wink And grin © irina dimitric 2013
http://irinadim.com/tag/mindful-poetry/
“When dealing with people, remember you are not dealing with creatures of logic, but with creatures bristling with prejudice and motivated by pride and vanity.”
― Dale Carnegie, How to Win Friends and Influence People
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand why storms are named after people.”
foto storm over raleigh nsw australia 2013
The storm
My mind swirled
like a storm that day:
my mouth the wind,
my heart the rain.The fire scorching in her soul,
the deluge poured and did annul.
Her ship awash on eddied seas,
the wind a breath to bring her peace.Dark thunder broiled with bodies toil
as Thor did rend from sky to soil.
I gave the girl a quenching passion
and left a rainbow in refraction.David Donovan
So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.”
― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit
We must learn to regard people less in the light of what they do or omit to do, and more in the light of what they suffer.”
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Letters and Papers from Prison
The drum makes a great fuss because it is empty. Trinidadian
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter.Lullabies, dreams and love ever after. Poems and songs with pipes and drums. A thousand welcomes when anyone comes. That’s the Irish for you!
The only one whom can whisper to you the ways of the surf, is the wind”
Wilhelm Sverdvik
esolver2009.hubpages.com/hub/Words-of-Oceanic-Wisdom-My-Top-25-Surfing-Quotes
Have you ever been surfing? Imagine you’re on your surfboard now, waiting for the big one to come. Get ready to get carried with that energy. Now, here it comes. Are you with that energy right now? That’s empathy. No words – just being with that energy. When I connect with what’s alive in another person, I have feelings similar to when I’m surfing.
Marshall Rosenberg
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The Surfer
He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
climbed through, slid under those long banks of
foam–
(hawthorn hedges in spring, thorns in the face stinging).
How his brown strength drove through the hollow and coil
of green-through weirs of water!
Muscle of arm thrust down long muscle of water;
and swimming so, went out of sight
where mortal, masterful, frail, the gulls went wheeling
in air as he in water, with delight.
Turn home, the sun goes down; swimmer, turn home.
Last leaf of gold vanishes from the sea-curve.
Take the big roller’s shoulder, speed and serve;
come to the long beach home like a gull diving.
For on the sand the grey-wolf sea lies, snarling,
cold twilight wind splits the waves’ hair and shows
the bones they worry in their wolf-teeth. O, wind blows
and sea crouches on sand, fawning and mouthing;
drops there and snatches again, drops and again snatches
its broken toys, its whitened pebbles and shells.
Judith Wright
One should treat others as one would like others to treat oneself.
“How I treat a brother or sister from day to day, how I react to the sin-scarred wino on the street, how I respond to interruptions from people I dislike, how I deal with normal people in their normal confusion on a normal day may be a better indication of my reverence for life than the antiabortion sticker on the bumper of my car.”
― Brennan Manning, The Ragamuffin Gospel: Good News for the Bedraggled, Beat-Up, and Burnt Out
Vicious as a tigress can be, she never eats her own cubs.
Not all have the tigress for an overbearing friend, for she scratches.
The excessively kind-hearted person becomes a slave.
Burmese
Captivity is the greatest of all evils that can befall one.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance; the wise man grows it under his feet.”
James Oppenheim
If you were going to die soon and had only one phone call you could make, who would you call and what would you say? And why are you waiting?”
-Stephen Levine
Just a puppet on a lonely string. Oh who would ever want to be king? Coldplay
“Mom,” said Peter, “nobody thinks you’re a lackwit, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor’s dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.”
― Orson Scott Card, Shadow Puppets
Nothing so needs reforming as other people’s habits.
~Mark Twain, Pudd’nhead Wilson’s Calendar for 1894
“She put her cup down and sighed again with pleasure. “I can’t think how the Nonconformists have failed to discover coffee.”
“Discover it?”
“Yes. As a snare. It does far more for one than drink. And yet no one preaches about it, or signs pledges about it. Five mouthfuls and the world looks rosy.”
― Josephine Tey, Brat Farrar
believe not a nagging man or a gleeful female
http://storyofkannada.blogspot.com.au/2009/09/gadegalu-kannada-proverbs.html#.UgNenryLe1E
“Little Willie, full of glee,
Put radium in grandma’s tea.
Now he thinks it quite a lark
To see her shining in the dark.”
― Harry Graham, Ruthless Rhymes for Heartless Homes and More Ruthless Rhymes
When water throw away ah ground yuh can’t pick am up.
It is no use crying over a mishap.
http://www.guyana.org/proverbs.html
“We are
the scylla sisters.
We love
each other
so much
though sometimes it hurts
and sometimes it is joy
and always
together.
We love each other.
Because no one else will.”
― Kate Griffin, The Glass God
We seldom stop to think how many people’s lives are entwined with our own. It is a form of selfishness to imagine that every individual can operate on his own or can pull out of the general stream and not be missed.
Ivy Baker Priest
“if I see myself only in terms of myself, I am always going to be wrong. To fully understand who I am and what I am capable of, I need to always see myself in terms of a community.”
― John Hunter, World Peace and Other 4th-Grade Achievements
You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.”
― W.H. Auden
We have been happily borne—or perhaps have unhappily
dragged our weary way—down the long and crooked streets of
our lives, past all kinds of walls and fences made of rotting wood,
rammed earth, brick, concrete, iron railings. We have never given
a thought to what lies behind them. We have never tried to penetrate them with our vision or our understanding.Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago, 1918-1956: An Experiment in Literary Investigation V-VII
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one’s own.
(Willa Cather (1873-1947
To live! like a tree alone and free,
To live! like a forest in brotherhood/sisterhood…”
― Nâzım Hikmet
THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY 