I’m a nomad. A Jewish road warrior. I do not have a concept of home. I wish I did. But I live with the idea that we have to get out of town before dawn.Abbie Hoffman
Some of the only good writing you’ll find on this site.
Neil young quote
I am just a dreamerNeil Young
But you are just a dream
A Poem by Nils Aslak Valkeapää
I do not own the copyright to the following poem.
It was written by Nils Aslak Valkeapää (1943-2001), a prominent Sámi writer, visual artist and creator and performer of yoiku music also known as Áillohaš. Below is a poem from his book, Trekways of the Wind.
For a moment I was with you rested for a while And now my friend, my dear bird it is time to leave again It is always like that towards the end And I take out the white reindeer fur coat not so new any more but not worn either And I take out the mottled fur shoes new shoe strings nice dark fur leggings the silver belt the gákti the silk scarf the cap the fur gloves And the food pack I leave to arrive go away to be closer To the space of your thoughts to your heart I crawl into the heart I journey on the sea of time follow the tracks of the wind
“An artist’s only concern is to shoot for some kind of perfection, and on his own terms, not anyone else’s.”Zooey, “Franny and Zooey”, JD Salinger
same old person || Abercrombie quote
Do you know what I was smiling at? You wrote down that you were a writer by profession. It sounded to me like the loveliest euphemism I had ever heard. When was writing ever your profession? It’s never been anything but your religion.– Salinger, “Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters”
Mervyn Peake: If trees gushed blood
If trees gushed blood
When they were felled
By meddling man,
And crimson welled
From every gash– Mervyn Peake
His axe can give,
Would he forbear,
And let them live?
Prickles and goo
Are you more prickly? Or more gooey?
It’s no harder to be nice than it is to be creepy. And it’s much more fun.Neil Gaiman, Death: The High Cost of Living #1
Crazy Horse quote
The red nation shall rise again and it shall be a blessing for a sick world; a world filled with broken promises, selfishness and separations; a world longing for light again. I see a time of seven generations when all the colors of mankind will gather under the sacred tree of life and the whole earth will become one circle again.Tȟašúŋke Witkó (Crazy Horse), Oglala Lakota Leader (1840-1877)
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