Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.


"Nothing Gold Can Stay" is one of Robert Frost's most famous poems.

Written in 1923, this poem was published in The Yale Review in October of that year.

Some say the poem helped Frost to win a Pulitzer Prize.

Only eight lines long, this poem is still considered one of Frost's best.

I've been negligent in blogging....not that anyone cares, but this evening's walk brought with it
the first snow from the north, covering Autumns beauty with the dusk's twilight white.

It is the first snow of the new season. Packing snow under foot, and wet.

So we begin a new chapter in our collective reflectiveness...

World Meet Pat

Pat Tanzola is one of the good guys, fighting the good fight,
running the good race, jumping the good hoops, spinning the good wheels,
twirlin' the good baton leading us on....

and he's winning!

To our dismay, today Pat leaves our pokey old icefloe to make a splash over at UofT.

All I can say is: Damn you Pat.

How could you leave us?

But also want to say thank you Pat, for being one of the nicest people I have had the pleasure of working with,
thank you for thinking my natterings were worthy of a weblog and got me all set up online...I feel I have failed you.
.

But congratulations on your new job, your new house, your upcoming nuptials, and on coping admirably while on that rediculous cleanse ...good lord*+;...at least I know you got real food in you today.

To read a few words from the man himself, may I direct you to the following link:
http://www.walrusmagazine.com/blogs/2006/09/30/arrivederci/


You will be missed Mr. Tanzola.

Take care and keep in touch.

Crossing the Blue

A novel by Holly Jean Buck

I had some down time when I was without Internet, and a functional computer, but I was given this book...

If you ever have so much as a weekend...so much as an inkling, curiosity, fascination as to what we might all experience in the future...

the future...post-petrol

the future...post-American-empire

The future... post-infrastructure

I highly recommend you take the Kerouac-road-trip of the future now....while there's still infrastructure enough to send you a copy by post, and while you can enjoy a bevvy or two, to try and distance yourself from the impending, most likely, reality generations after us face...without such luxury.

All that said and done...

Crossing the Blue is one of the most beautifully written books, despite subject matter...I have encountered in a long time.

It is us.

It is the future.

It is both unreal and real...

There is hope, there is love and connection, there is life as it happens when one travels...

...but most of all...

there is a sense of realness.

The characters are as real as anyone you know.

The images of the future is as real as there is likely to be.

The situations continues to be as surreal-but-real, as life tends to be.

The reality is as honest as we see...

...despite the horrors that will bring.

Should you be inclined, and might be looking for an interesting 'read'

may I highly recommend that you pick up 'Crossing the Blue' by Holly Jean Buck

It is a wondrous insight into what can, might, and will most likely be.....our future.


for more information go to: http://www.lulu.com/content/3327469

Labourious Diem

I think I'm back therefore I blog!

I have missed letting my nonsense ooz out in text form.

I have missed railing at what on earth I might come up with to blog.

I have missed all TECHNOLOGY and all the modern inconveniences they serve!

I have laboured, fussed and fumed and - as ever - discovered it is always the last thing one could imagine or think of that was causing the bain of my existence....I believe after much trouble, and shooting...dust bunnies had gnawed
through actual cables ....though I managed to get this montage of madness working, it remains riddled through and through with other ailments....but who cares about that?! I have typed-text at my finger tips once again!!

So much water under the bridge....so much life, and time has passed I cannot go back...

....so I will commence by going forth.

Welcome to September folks.

This is the slippery slope seasonal time that finds us deposited with a thump on the doorstep of Christmas before we even knew what has happened so be sure to drag your butt and dig in your heels to enjoy every single day as it needs to be enjoyed.

Slowly.

Peaceably.

...with grace.

Enjoy enjoy enjoy

Carpe diem

!#@*&%#

Adding umbrage to my computer carnage, is my service provider not providing service.

Please stay tuned.

Management

Continued computer issues*+;.

I am laptopless at the mo', but will try an old 486.

Thanking you for your patience.

Management

Everyday Thoughts

Walking into Budapest's train station, and through the gate to my train that was already sitting patiently there to take me, without complaint, to Romania...I decided to walk along it's unrelenting length to have a look at it, and get my last walk in for the next sedentary 12 hours. When I finally decided to step aboard it's antiquity, I then found myself walking most of the length back again, along the narrow windowed corridor looking in, and for a compartment that I felt I would like to spend my journey in. Having found the least crowded compartment, containing one man, I stepped in and plunked my bag, and myself down. Once on the move, when asked for my ticket, my eyes literally bugged out when I saw THE very numbered compartment, and THE very numbered seat that I - on an oblivious whim - decided to plunk down in on, was the very compartment and seat assigned to me back in Toronto! I couldn't get my head around that could be the case for an entire mile.

I mention that because, that is, in essence, how I travel. Blindly, by feel. But the things you find are astonishing.
Somehow, I find myself precisely where I need, or am, supposed to be.

This intuiting nature baffles even me. But I love it.

The man sitting across from me is a mystery. We never spoke one word for the duration of his portion of the journey.

But from that man, sitting directly across from me, I could tell...
He looked older than he likely was.
He has known hard labour.
He has known a hard life.
He was likely going back to where he once belonged.
He was leaving either where he worked or where he tried to find work.
He himself was hard....but still so very deeply human.
He was not a broken man, just knows the brink.

From him the follow thought came crashing through to me.....though cliched it may be!

We have, in our grasp, for those with the capacity to stop and really take notice...

Our decisions of yesterday are what brought us here today.
Every brand new day brings with it - literally - a new start. A clean slate. A second chance. Another try.

A cliché, to be sure, but so true all the same.

Every day is a new opportunity for it - life - to be different, not the way it was or has been, or all we know or have been shown, but how it could, might still possibly, or ought to be.

It's always just up to us to 'make it so'.

But so few see or feel this, or brush off this tired and worn out cliche and never try their hand with that experiment, so every day goes wholly unused, unchanged and unnoticed.

Everyday brings us people and places we cannot have imagined or considered.
Everyday shows us something we were just about to forget altogether, or hadn't quite fully known before.
Everyday finds us either closer to, or further away from who we could / ought to be, or were.
Everyday is as individual, and as unique and as taken for granted, as every heartbeat we're allowed, and every breath we breathe.

That's is how much we don't realise we have throughout our journey whether it is just at the beginning of a brand new day, or long on the road in life.

With each person is a real, alive, deep, sentient, thinking, knowing, feeling. living, worrying, wishing, breathing just as yourself being that we may never fully discover. But exist is all does.

Stop and hone in and think and contemplate and consider, and let thoughts and feelings and noticings swirl around you more freely. All I suggest here is you let all that enter into you and your mind, your heart and your soul, and more of life will be yours to enjoy on your own journey, even if you're just going to work.

We came to a stop in Szolnok, Hungary. This was his stop. Many passengers left, fewer got on. But my silent travel companion stopped, after grabbing his luggage, turned and nodded his silent farewell to me, as he took his leave and stepped off.

This is what a lot of life is about.

Communication, comprehension and compassion in silence.

This is what transcends boundaries.