12.21.10
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Creativity
12.20.10
“We were made for creativity and freedom, to be collaborators with God in the ongoing work of creation. Our creativity and freedom are often blocked by dark imaginations and the shadows of selfish will. If we were made to work on the open canvas of creation, we have too often exchanged that canvas for a coloring book, assuming that it all comes down to whether we color inside or outside the lines. WHat if our true destiny is to flow with the freedom of the Creator, painting a life of goodness and beauty on the canvas of Earth and eternity?
- Mark Scandrette
Jesus is a Liberal Democrat
12.19.10
“The single greatest cause of atheism in the world today is Christians who acknowledge Jesus with their lips and then walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyles and that is what an unbelieving world simply finds unbelievable,”
Kerouac
12.18.10
I went to City Lights bookstore yesterday (this place published books by Allen Ginsberg, friend of Jack Kerouac). So I spent a lot of time up on the second floor reading some of beat generation works...
I especially liked this poem by Jack Kerouac...
GATHA
Sitting in the chair
In the morning ground
Is no sitting in no
chair in no morning ground
No returning, no
non-returning
No Karma, no
non-Karma
"Happiness, abiding
in peace, in seclusion
in the midst of the forest"
is
abiding nowhere
UnHappiness, abiding
in anxiety in society
in the midst of the
city
is
abiding nowhere
Not-two,
means,
no abider in his
abode
No realizer in his
realizing
"Develop a pure
lucid mind"
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"Rasmussen's Revenge"
12.17.10
"Rasmussen's Revenge"
"Nute Avenue lived his entire, lengthy 274 day existence in the projects of Glasgow. Nute led a mostly neurotic life. Bolting from cavern to drain, bush to tree, evading the “elements”. There were four predictable elements: 1) the irons, 2) the stalks, 3) the rain and of course 4) the torturers. Nute constantly strayed away from his home nest. Not on purpose of course. At least that’s what he told the local Rasmussen Committee. Nute had no comfort in his life and constantly contemplated ending it all. These weren’t necessarily desires out of angst and depression but out of the soothing thought of comfortable silence. On January 1st, 2018, Nute decided it was time and waited in the middle of the street outside the station at Edinburgh Waverly for 17 hours. Despite encounters with several “irons”, Nute still found himself in the middle of this god-forsaken street. Eventually, Nute buried himself in layers of thought, as he often did, wondering what it was all worth. He had lived through the death of all 37 of his children and all of his lovers. He also lived to see terrible things that for whatever reason, he just couldn’t shake; even though for all intents and purposes, he should have had a remarkably feeble memory. These memories tortured him. In the middle of one of his inundating, multi-layered thoughts, an unknown “fifth” element came and took Nute away. The whispers of cockroaches tell the story of Nute Avenue and the fifth element, but no one can be sure of what really happened."
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