[Photograph by Elaine Fine.]
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Wednesday, September 11, 2024
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Michael Leddy“Orange Crate Art” is a song by Van Dyke Parks and the title of a 1995 album by Van Dyke Parks and Brian Wilson. “Orange Crate Art” is for me one of the great American songs: “Orange crate art was a place to start.”
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
“Off the streets and out of trouble”
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Life is to be lived, not controlled; and humanity is won by continuing to play in the face of certain defeat.
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Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
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Simone Weil, in a letter
Ralph Ellison, Invisible Man
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Νέος ἐφ’ ἡμέρῃ ἥλιος. [The sun is new every day.]
Heraclitus
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Every day is a new deal.
Harvey Pekar, “Alice Quinn”
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Nos plus grandes craintes, comme nos plus grandes espérances, ne sont pas au-dessus de nos forces, et nous pouvons finir par dominer les unes et réaliser les autres. [Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.]
Marcel Proust, Finding Time Again
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Surely, in the light of history, it is more intelligent to hope rather than to fear, to try rather than not to try.
Eleanor Roosevelt, You Learn by Living
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I don’t really deeply feel that anyone needs an airtight reason for quoting from the works of writers he loves, but it’s always nice, I’ll grant you, if he has one.
J.D. Salinger, Seymour: An Introduction
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I’m not afraid to get it right
I turn around and I give it
one more try
Sufjan Stevens, “Jacksonville”
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L’attention est la forme la plus rare et la plus pure de la générosité. [Attention is the rarest and purest form of generosity.]
Simone Weil, in a letter
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Nancy, October 19, 1950.
comments: 7
Wildflowers and deer are good things to find on a walk. You are lucky today.
I was on a path cut through a field for butterflies. It is indeed a gift to have so much nachr (as our oldest granddaughter spells it) nearby.
As Elaine and I watched this fawn, I turned to look at the other side of the meadow and saw a much larger doe. She gave out three short hisses, sounding like someone cleaning a pair of glasses with their breath, and the fawn ran straight across to its mom.
Kevin, I was so intent on explaining where I was that I missed the joke. Gah!
Sorry. I can't pass up on a good pun. Is there such a thing as a good pun?
We're you out standing in your field?
All puns are good, or at least worth trying to see if they're good, or perhaps outstanding.
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