Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought.
To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.
To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool.
To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen.
To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies.
To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.
I am not interested in illustrating my time. A man's "time" limits him, it does not truly liberate him. Our age - it is one of science, of mechanism, of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mechanism of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mammoth arrogance the compliment of a graphic homage. —Clyfford Still
They were not mad the melancholics / They were conquered digested excluded / By the denseness of practical monsters —Paul Eluard from "From the Depths of the Abyss" trans. Marilyn Kallet
Raymond thank you so much for writing me that you saw and liked my story in This magazine. I think they're doing a great job and was so happy to get a story in there.
Raymond, you made an interesting comment on my poem Dark Country which I only just saw today. Thank you so much! Will check out that poet you mentioned.
Since he is too young / To know the way, I would plead: / "Pray, accept this gift, / O Underworld messenger, / And bear the child pick-a-back." —Yamanoue no Okura trans. Babette Deutsch
Once there was two duppies warming themselves over the fire. So one said to the other, “Cubba gwine to married.” The other one said, “Cubba gwine to married? She don’ have frock, she don’ have coat. Shove fire, gi’ me story!” —Jamaican Ghost Story
The more things change the more they stay the same. —Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr
Everything simple is false. Everything which is complex is unusable. —Paul Valéry
Choose your leaders with wisdom and forethought.
To be led by a coward is to be controlled by all that the coward fears.
To be led by a fool is to be led by the opportunists who control the fool.
To be led by a thief is to offer up your most precious treasures to be stolen.
To be led by a liar is to ask to be told lies.
To be led by a tyrant is to sell yourself and those you love into slavery.
—Octavia Butler, Parable of the Talents
Sanity is a madness put to good uses; waking life is a dream controlled. —Santayana
We are asleep. Our life is a dream. But we wake up, sometimes, just enough to know that we are dreaming. —Wittgenstein
We share a world when we are awake; each sleeper is in a world of his own. —Heraclitus
Thanks for the thoughtful and constructive comments on "Storms," Ray!
I am not interested in illustrating my time. A man's "time" limits him, it does not truly liberate him. Our age - it is one of science, of mechanism, of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mechanism of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mammoth arrogance the compliment of a graphic homage. —Clyfford Still
They were not mad the melancholics / They were conquered digested excluded / By the denseness of practical monsters —Paul Eluard from "From the Depths of the Abyss" trans. Marilyn Kallet
Hey, Ray! Thanks for reading and faving "Beyond Penderecki." I appreciate that.
Raymond thank you so much for writing me that you saw and liked my story in This magazine. I think they're doing a great job and was so happy to get a story in there.
Raymond, you made an interesting comment on my poem Dark Country which I only just saw today. Thank you so much! Will check out that poet you mentioned.
hi raymond,
enjoyed your collage, so i picked my way around your other work. good stuff man. dig the cut of your jib etc. heh.
keep it coming,
mike
Hey, Raymond! Thanks for buying Wrench. I'm glad the publisher came through! Phew! Hope you enjoy it.
THIS Literary Magazine website will be back in a few days.
Since he is too young / To know the way, I would plead: / "Pray, accept this gift, / O Underworld messenger, / And bear the child pick-a-back." —Yamanoue no Okura trans. Babette Deutsch
Why do you write? Very good, very good, me too.
Once there was two duppies warming themselves over the fire. So one said to the other, “Cubba gwine to married.” The other one said, “Cubba gwine to married? She don’ have frock, she don’ have coat. Shove fire, gi’ me story!” —Jamaican Ghost Story
Raymond, thanks for the read and comment on "Silent Summer." I appreciate it.
Glad you're here!
Welcome, Ray!
Raymond, welcome. We look forward to reading your work.
Welcome to Fictionaut!
Hi Raymond. Take a look at the nano group for #cnftweet type things. And welcome!