Manuel L. Quezon III's Blog, page 89
August 5, 2011
"You know it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments of our lives while they…"
- Nathan Scott (via creatingaquietmind)
August 4, 2011
the-staxx:
"Signs of Spring" 1988
Clifford Ross: Do words,…
"Signs of Spring" 1988
Clifford Ross: Do words, literary ideas, or images start the creative process?
Edward Gorey: It just depends. It can be an image, or a quotation from somebody. Or something that actually happens, or that I see. I always tell people, "Be open to everything. Never close your mind because you never know where your next idea may come from." I've had too many ideas that have just come out of nowhere.
CR: So your sources can be as seemingly base as a cartoon on television?
EG: You just never know. I like the animated Batman that's on now. I really very much admire it. I kind of love the dark, simplistic quality of it. I'm not going to sit down and say, "I'm going to do something in the vein of Batman," but at the same time it's sort of in the back of my mind. You know, the Jungian idea that there's a personal subconscious and a collective subconscious. There are all sorts of things going on in our heads that may pop out at any time. It might be from your own subconscious or it might be from the collective subconscious. It might be some new take on an archetype, or from one's dreams. Unfortunately, I've never really been able to make much use of my dreams, much as I would like to. Trying to reproduce them visually would be just too exhausting.
"Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams…"
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on,
Under cloud and under star.
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen,
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green,
And trees and hills they long have known.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
The Road goes ever on and on
Out from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone.
Let others follow, if they can!
Let them a journey new begin.
But I at last with weary feet
Will turn towards the lighted inn,
My evening-rest and sleep to meet.
- J.R.R. Tolkien, "Roads Go Ever On."
August 3, 2011
Three translations of Basho
Ah, summer grasses!
All that remains
Of the warriors dreams.
—R.H. Blythe
Summer grasses
all that remains
of soldiers dreams.
—Lucien Stryck
Here where a thousand
captains swore grand conquest
Tall grasses their monument.
—Peter Beilenson
August 2, 2011
Raise Your Glass.
Raise Your Glass.
