“Some birds are not meant to be caged, that’s all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.”
― Stephen King,
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.
Open-mouthed, with painted smile, the clowns stand in formation,
Constantly they shake their heads in cynical negation,
Notwithstanding players skill the clowns will always win,
They walk free from the courtroom and the cycle starts again.
THE LAUGHING CLOWNS
The Australian Women’s Weekly (1933 – 1982), Saturday 7 August 1937
A clown needn’t be the same out of the ring as he has to be when he’s in it. If you look at photographs of clowns when they’re just being ordinary men, they’ve got quite sad faces.
― Enid Blyton, Five Go Off in a Caravan
Michelle Aguilar, Becoming Fearless: My Ongoing Journey of Learning to Trust God
It’s important to be heroic, ambitious, productive, efficient, creative, and progressive, but these qualities don’t necessarily nurture the soul. The soul has different concerns, of equal value: downtime for reflection, conversation, and reverie; beauty that is captivating and pleasuring; relatedness to the environs and to people; and any animal’s rhythm of rest and activity.
Thomas Moore (1779 – 1852)
― Lemony Snicket
On Home Beaches
Back, in my fifties, fatter than I was then,
I step on the sand, belch down slight horror to walk
a wincing pit edge, waiting for the pistol shot
laughter. Long greening waves cash themselves, foam change
sliding into Ocean’s pocket. She turns: ridicule looks down,
strappy, with faces averted, or is glare and families.
The great hawk of the beach is outstretched, point to point,
quivering and hunting. Cars are the stuff at its back.
You peer, at this age, but it’s still there, ridicule,
the pistol that kills women, that gets them killed, crippling men
on the towel-spattered sand. Equality is dressed, neatly,
with mouth still shut. Bared body is not equal ever.
Some are smiled to each other. Many surf, swim, play ball:
like that red boy, holding his wet T shirt off his breasts.
Subhuman Redneck Poems, 1996
“When you’ve fallen from the sky, been abandoned by your friend, suffered police brutality, metamorphosed into a goat, lost your work as well as your wife, learned the power of hatred and regained human shape, what is there left to do but, as you would no doubt phrase it, demand your rights?”
― Salman Rushdie, The Satanic Verses
― André Gide, Autumn Leaves
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
~E. E. Cummins
― Tara Brach, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life With the Heart of a Buddha
The only way to Heaven is prayer; a prayer of the heart, which every one is capable of, and not of reasonings which are the fruits of study, or exercise of the imagination, which, in filling the mind with wandering objects, rarely settle it; instead of warming the heart with love to God, they leave it cold and languishing. –Jeanne Guyon
― Yasser Kashef
Our families are well respected
We are easily accepted
We have a drink or two
Even make our own home brew
We like to hunt on land
Bare feet on the hot sand
We hunt in the sea
It makes us feel wild and free
We come near and far
All bare feet without a car
We are proud
We sing out loud
We walk hand in hand
We are apart of the great Australian Land
All Walks Of Life by Sharon Roebourne, Western Australia
– Fanny Ellen Holtzman
“For me, childhood roaming was what developed self-reliance, a sense of direction and adventure, imagination, a will to explore, to be able to get a little lost and then figure out the way back.”
― Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
“Worse, I have to admit to feeling the jealousy of one crab for another that has managed to climb out of the barrel.”
― Richard Russo, Straight Man
William Henry Hudson (1841 – 1922), Afoot in England, 1909
“The Guide says there is an art to flying”, said Ford, “or rather a knack. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.”
― Douglas Adams, Life, the Universe and Everything
― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages
A balance. Between delight and duty. Between immediate gratification and long-term goal. Between rule and surprise. Between prayer and action, love and work. A grown up balance in living.
Barbara Cawthorne Crafton
― Mitch Albom, Tuesdays With Morrie
Acceptance is not submission; it is acknowledgement of the facts of a situation. Then deciding what you’re going to do about it.
“A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.”
― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
― John Truby, The Anatomy of Story: 22 Steps to Becoming a Master Storyteller
“There’s nothing more embarrassing than a person who tries to guess what the great American public would like, makes a compromise for the first time, and falls flat on his face… I would rather be a failure on my own terms than a success on someone else’s. That’s a difficult statement to live up to, but then I’ve always believed that the way you affect your audience is more important than how many of them are there.”
― Tom Waits
― Philip Larkin, Philip Larkin: Letters to Monica
“You’re always saying people don’t like you but people can’t like something that’s not there.”
― Cath Crowley, A Little Wanting Song
“You’re a piano player. Whaddya wanna be, a radish?”
― Big Boy Caprice
“While spirituality provides an efficient and endless fuel for your mind and body, you must burn that fuel with human action towards your goals, dreams, and desires.”
― Steve Maraboli
“How come it can’t fly no better than a chicken?’ Milkman asked.
Too much tail. All that jewelry weighs it down. Like vanity. Can’t nobody fly with all that [stuff]. Wanna fly, you got to give up the [stuff] that weighs you down.’
The peacock jumped onto the hood of the Buick and once more spread its tail, sending the flashy Buick into oblivion.”
Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
Pandora Poikilos, Excuse Me, My Brains Have Stepped Out
“Scholars, theologians, and even poets have yet to be able to truly describe and touch upon the beauty, romance, and magic of a relationship built on 100% authenticity”
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow
"Eastern Proverbs and Emblems Illustrating Old Truths"
He followed his own path in life,
A humble man was he,
Yet his great poems will surely go
Down to posterity;
He never injured anyone
Tho, he was always poor,
He never grumbled at his lot
Of that we’re very sure.
‘Paddy’, the Sydney Street Poet
foto – workers’ cottage front paddock june 2010