A sampling from Oli and Ky’s blog…
“Daddy don’t throw me too high in the sky, I don’t want to hurt the clouds.”
Rosie, Rosie…. oh I love you kid!
Lighthouse Keeping by Jeanette Winterson April 3, 2009
These are some exercpts (did I spell that right?) from a book I just finished. I really like Jeanette Winterson. Not because I agree with her on, well, anything. In fact most times I think personally, emotionally and logically the woman has completely missed the mark. But she writes beautifully; a whimsical mix of free verse and prose. She likes words, you can tell to read her. Ahhh! Wish I could write like her… here are some blurbs…
“This is not a love story, but love is in it. That is, love is just outside it, looking for a way to to break in. We’re here, there, not here, not there, swirling like specks of dust, claiming for ourselves the rights of the universe. Being important, being nothing, being caught in lives of our own making that we never wanted. Breaking out, trying again, wondering why the past comes with us, wondering how to talk about the past at all.”
“I said, ‘How would you define psychosis?’ He wrote on a piece of paper with his pencil: Psychosis: out of touch with reality. Since then, I have being trying to find out what reality is, so I can touch it.”
“You must never doubt the one you love.
But they might not be telling you the truth.
Never mind that, you tell them the truth.
What do you mean?
You can’t be another person’s honesty, child, but you can be your own.
So what should I say?
When?
When I love someone?
You should say it.”
“The important things are learned in faces, in gestures, not in our locked tongues. The true things are too big gor too small, or in any case always the wrong size to fit the template called language.”
Fighting for a New Loveliness March 16, 2009
Every human being on this earth is born with a tragedy, and it isn’t original sin. He’s born with the tragedy that he has to grow up. That he has to leave the nest, the security, and go out to do battle. He has to lose everything that is lovely and fight for a new loveliness of his own making, and it’s a tragedy. A lot of people don’t have the courage to do it.
– Helen Hayes
