September 2019
You live in a deranged age - more deranged than usual, because despite great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.
- Walker Percy
8:00 AM Sept 30th
I wanted only to be allowed to stay where I was; all weekend, the feeling of Sunday evening's approach was as cruel and meticulous as the ticking of a time bomb.
- Rachel Cusk
thrive
12:12 PM Sept 29th
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air.
- Theodore Roethke
9:00 AM Sept 28th
I will scrutinize all the surprises of the future and watch the brainstorms gathering darkly, ready to hit the heads of inventors laboring in their crackpot shacks. - Billy Collins
7:45 AM Sept 27th
Life is fits and starts, mostly fits.
- Walker Percy
7:30 AM Sept 26th
The world tilted, but he had anticipated and prepared for it and the tilt affected him favorably, especially his internal demeanor, which was one of a cheerful engagement with reality.
- James Howard Kunstler
8:15 AM Sept 25th
Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
- Rabindranath Tagore
7:00 AM Sept 24th
This is what life does. It lets you walk up to the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman down beside you at the counter who says, Last night, the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder, is this a message, finally, or just another day?
- Eleanor Lerman
8:00 AM | Sept 23rd
Asleep, we are strangers to ourselves. Sometimes, as now, it seems odd that we go on day after day accepting this great dislocation, growing used to it, trusting that our night self resembles our day self, that neither will betray the other come morning.
- Louise Erdrich
5:00 PM Sept 22nd
It's like autumn arriving. You expect nothing from its arrival. You expect everything.
- Alejandra Pizarnik
8:00 AM Sept 22nd
It was sunny, with the special light of an autumn afternoon, when everything casts such dark and long shadows that the earth, and all that was standing on it, looked as if it was slipping towards the sun. - John Berger
memory's landscape
2:00 PM Sept 20th
May your day be a stunningly technicolored kaleidoscope of pure whimsy.
- Not Dorothy Gale
12:44 PM Sept 18, 2018
I'll never know how to live, will you?
- Alice Notley
8:00 AM Sept 19th
Truly, though our element is time, We're not suited to the long perspectives Open at each instant of our lives. - Philip Larkin
8:30 AM Sept 18th
Don't scorn your life just because it's not dramatic, or it's impoverished, or it looks dull, or it's workaday. Don't scorn it. It is where poetry is taking place if you've got the sensitivity to see it, if your eyes are open.
- Philip Levine
9:00 AM Sept 17th
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring Intricate rented world begins to rouse. The sky is white as clay, with no sun. Work has to be done. Postmen like doctors go from house to house. - Philip Larkin
8:00 AM Sept 16th
The image that concerns most people is the reflection they see in other people's minds.
- Edward De Bono
9:00 AM Sept 15th
The difficult part of love
Is being selfish enough,
Is having the blind persistence
To upset an existence
Just for your own sake.
What cheek it must take.
- Philip Larkin
9:00 AM Sept 14th
But the Moon never answers.
It grows smaller as it ascends,
as if someone or something were eating it.
I understand such hunger.
- Elizabeth Spires
11:30 AM Sept 13th
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. - Philip Larkin
5:30 PM Sept 12th
Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.
- Annie Dillard
1:32 PM Sept 12th
So many long, lazy days when blissfully, nothing changes, and then everything does, all at once.
- Sarah Dessen
8:20 AM Sept 11th
hours hours and hours snap up our pleasures
- Alejandra Pizarnik
8:00 AM Sept 9th
If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending … but if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone.
You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one.
- Margaret Atwood memory's landscape
2:02 PM Sept 8th
Instead of thinking about what you're missing, try thinking about what you have that everyone else is missing. - Darwin P. Kingsley
9:00 AM Sept 8th
Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means. - Robert Louis Stevenson
9:30 AM Sept 7th
And I'm still in the forest Money's more the real live poetry abstract symbolic imaginary trade your life for it and trade it for your life so you'll have something 'to do' - Alice Notley 7:30 AM Sept 5th
- Walker Percy
8:00 AM Sept 30th
I wanted only to be allowed to stay where I was; all weekend, the feeling of Sunday evening's approach was as cruel and meticulous as the ticking of a time bomb.
- Rachel Cusk
thrive
12:12 PM Sept 29th
The dry scent of a dying garden in September,
The wind fanning the ash of a low fire.
What I love is near at hand,
Always, in earth and air.
- Theodore Roethke
9:00 AM Sept 28th
I will scrutinize all the surprises of the future and watch the brainstorms gathering darkly, ready to hit the heads of inventors laboring in their crackpot shacks. - Billy Collins
7:45 AM Sept 27th
Life is fits and starts, mostly fits.
- Walker Percy
7:30 AM Sept 26th
The world tilted, but he had anticipated and prepared for it and the tilt affected him favorably, especially his internal demeanor, which was one of a cheerful engagement with reality.
- James Howard Kunstler
8:15 AM Sept 25th
Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
- Rabindranath Tagore
7:00 AM Sept 24th
This is what life does. It lets you walk up to the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman down beside you at the counter who says, Last night, the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder, is this a message, finally, or just another day?
- Eleanor Lerman
8:00 AM | Sept 23rd
Asleep, we are strangers to ourselves. Sometimes, as now, it seems odd that we go on day after day accepting this great dislocation, growing used to it, trusting that our night self resembles our day self, that neither will betray the other come morning.
- Louise Erdrich
5:00 PM Sept 22nd
It's like autumn arriving. You expect nothing from its arrival. You expect everything.
- Alejandra Pizarnik
8:00 AM Sept 22nd
It was sunny, with the special light of an autumn afternoon, when everything casts such dark and long shadows that the earth, and all that was standing on it, looked as if it was slipping towards the sun. - John Berger
memory's landscape
2:00 PM Sept 20th
May your day be a stunningly technicolored kaleidoscope of pure whimsy.
- Not Dorothy Gale
12:44 PM Sept 18, 2018
I'll never know how to live, will you?
- Alice Notley
8:00 AM Sept 19th
Truly, though our element is time, We're not suited to the long perspectives Open at each instant of our lives. - Philip Larkin
8:30 AM Sept 18th
Don't scorn your life just because it's not dramatic, or it's impoverished, or it looks dull, or it's workaday. Don't scorn it. It is where poetry is taking place if you've got the sensitivity to see it, if your eyes are open.
- Philip Levine
9:00 AM Sept 17th
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring Intricate rented world begins to rouse. The sky is white as clay, with no sun. Work has to be done. Postmen like doctors go from house to house. - Philip Larkin
8:00 AM Sept 16th
The image that concerns most people is the reflection they see in other people's minds.
- Edward De Bono
9:00 AM Sept 15th
The difficult part of love
Is being selfish enough,
Is having the blind persistence
To upset an existence
Just for your own sake.
What cheek it must take.
- Philip Larkin
9:00 AM Sept 14th
But the Moon never answers.
It grows smaller as it ascends,
as if someone or something were eating it.
I understand such hunger.
- Elizabeth Spires
11:30 AM Sept 13th
What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. - Philip Larkin
5:30 PM Sept 12th
Spend the afternoon. You can't take it with you.
- Annie Dillard
1:32 PM Sept 12th
So many long, lazy days when blissfully, nothing changes, and then everything does, all at once.
- Sarah Dessen
8:20 AM Sept 11th
hours hours and hours snap up our pleasures
- Alejandra Pizarnik
8:00 AM Sept 9th
If it's a story I'm telling, then I have control over the ending … but if it's a story, even in my head, I must be telling it to someone.
You don't tell a story only to yourself. There's always someone else. Even when there is no one.
- Margaret Atwood memory's landscape
2:02 PM Sept 8th
Instead of thinking about what you're missing, try thinking about what you have that everyone else is missing. - Darwin P. Kingsley
9:00 AM Sept 8th
Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means. - Robert Louis Stevenson
9:30 AM Sept 7th
And I'm still in the forest Money's more the real live poetry abstract symbolic imaginary trade your life for it and trade it for your life so you'll have something 'to do' - Alice Notley 7:30 AM Sept 5th
We are rushing, always thinking of the future, of our destination, focusing on what is four hours, or four hundred miles, or four years ahead, and constantly missing what is right there, just then, at the moment.
- Dinty W. Moore
4:00 PM Sept 4th
Nothing in the cry
of cicadas suggests they
are about to die
- Basho
8:00 AM Sept 3rd
