September 2011
41 posts
Wash the apple before you bite into it, because that’s the way you were raised. Germs, pesticides, dirt, gunk, it doesn’t matter—just wash it. The fingerprints, too, go down the drain with the rest. It’s easy to forget that there are people who harvest our food. Sometimes, maybe, we are reminded of the seasons and the sun and the way of the apple tree, and if we multiply that by millions of apple trees, times millions of tomato plants, times all the other fruits and vegetables, we realize, holy potato chips, that’s a lot of picking. Without 1 million people on the ground, on ladders, in bushes—armies of pickers swooping in like bees—all the tilling, planting, and fertilizing of America’s $144 billion horticultural production is for naught. The fruit falls to the ground and rots.
“it is only needful that we should not succumb to the erroneous, already defunct, public opinion of the past, which governments have induced artificially; it is only needful that each individual should say what he really feels or thinks, or at least that he should not say what he does not think.”
— Leo Tolstoy, Patriotism and ChristianityAnd the rivers we’re eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.” —
It’s a mistery to me
we have a greed
with which we have agreed
You think you have to want
more than you need
until you have it all you won’t be free
society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
When you want more than you have
you think you need
and when you think more than you want
your thoughts begin to bleed
I think I need to find a bigger place
‘cos when you have more than you think
you need more space
society, you’re a crazy breed
I hope you’re not lonely without me
society, crazy and deep
I hope you’re not lonely without me
there’s those thinking more or less less is more
but if less is more how you’re keeping score?
Means for every point you make
your level drops
kinda like its starting from the top
you can’t do that…
- Society (Eddie Vedder)
Listen. Even in stillness we move. Souls stay intoxicated by the rhythms of mariposas. We transgress. Take a drink. Here da notes. Life is full. Let Religions and nations divide. We dance in fire. Orchestras within organic bottles. Unleash ure songs so that we all may listen to such beautiful notes and dance in ur parade!! - Asere
I lived on the even side of street at apt 22. I gazed at my neighbors across the street thinking they were happier, their rooms were sunnier, their parties more fun. Unfortunately, their rooms were smaller and darker. They too, gazed across the street … because we always think that luck is what we don’t have.
- girl on the bridge