Goodreads | Quote of the Day for April 5, 2013
“If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.”
? Charles Darwin, The Autobiography of Charles Darwin, 1809-82
Goodreads | Quote of the Day for April 5, 2013
“If I had my life to live over again, I would have made a rule to read some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week.”
? Charles Darwin, The Autobiography of Charles Darwin, 1809-82
Ebert, nation’s best-known film critic, dies at 70 – Toshiba By CARYN ROUSSEAU, The Associated Press, Thursday, April 4, 2013 9:06 PM EDT
The heavy-set writer in the horn-rimmed glasses teamed up on television with Gene Siskel to create a format for criticism that proved enormously appealing in its simplicity: uncomplicated reviews that were both intelligent and accessible and didn’t talk down to ordinary movie fans. …
"So on this day of reflection I say again, thank you for going on this journey with me. I’ll see you at the movies." Ebert wrote Tuesday on his blog. …
Fans admired his courage, but Ebert told The Associated Press that bravery had "little to do with it."
"You play the cards you’re dealt," Ebert wrote in an email in January 2011. "What’s your choice? I have no pain. I enjoy life, and why should I complain?" …
"I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state," he wrote. "I am grateful for the gifts of intelligence, love, wonder and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting."
Ebert, nation’s best-known film critic, dies at 70 – Toshiba
Saw you online
the other day.
Didn’t IM —
I am not
the chatty type.
Like seeing you
across a room
without waving.
It’s just nice
to know you’re there. mjh
3/21/08 5am
Before dawn
I sit and wait
pen in hand.
I look across
this blank page
stretching forever.
Where are you?
I watch and wait
and look up to see you
at the edge of the woods
you emerge
and walk toward me
walking on water
toward me
that serene calm face
looking through me
at the world.
Am I your mirror? mjh
1/4/2005
The poet stands before a cage of birds,
contemplating his next words.
He snatches up a finch
and deftly dips its feet in ink,
stamping glyphs across the page.
All the while, the bird sings softly,
adding a common tone
to this pedestrian poem.
Returning the finch to its pen,
the poet mutters,
"I should have used a wren." mjh
11/24/2009
Later.