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Via Miss Whistle The Fat of the Land by Ronald Wallace ...O the loveliness of so much loved flesh, the litany of split seams and puffed sleeves, sack dresses and Sansabelt slacks, dimpled knees and knuckles, the jiggle of triple chins. O the gladness that only a family understands, our fat smiles dancing as we play our cards right.

Spoken word artist/poet Kim Rosen delivering Derek Walcott's poem, "Love after Love" with music by Jami Sieber (cello) You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

Bukowski Laughing Heart your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. ... there is light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats the darkness. be on the watch. the gods will offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you can beat death in life, sometimes. and the more often you learn to do it, the more light there will be. your life is your life. know it while you have it. you are marvelous the gods wait to delight in…

Nobel Prize winner Wislawa Szymborska passed away today, at 88 years old. She says it best herself: A Note Life is the only way to get covered in leaves, catch your breath on the sand, rise on wings; to be a dog, or stroke its warm fur; to tell pain from everything it’s not; to squeeze inside events, dawdle in views, to seek the least of all possible mistakes. An extraordinary chance to remember for a moment a conversation held…

even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, "you owe me." look what happens with a love like that it lights up the whole sky

The Tao Te Ching ... 31. A Weapon is a Tool of Death Should a wise man be compelled to violence he will not rejoice. Victory is not a time for joy. Victory is a funeral wherein a multitude is mourned.