Musings on Dance, Food, Geek Stuff
I think about this brief section of The Little Prince very often, but particularly now. The next day the little prince came back. “It would have been better to come back at the same hour,” said the fox. “If, for example, you come at four o’clock in the afternoon, then at three ơ’clock I shall…
I prompted Claude AI to build this for me. Let’s see if it works. This version is hosted on Claude itself. Here’s another version I hosted on Netlify.
I recently came across this while looking through old writings of mine. I wrote it at the end of a month long volunteer training led by the Brethren Volunteer Service in Chicago in the summer of 1992. During those four weeks, I was sequestered with a diverse group of twenty-some volunteers from all over the…
For Kim The Beautiful Hour,You said,Is at twilightWhen the sun reaches that perfect angleAnd her beams linger and shimmerSoftly on the faces of creation.When people look more vibrant, fullLike TV peopleOnly better cause they’re on the biggest screen. It’s a nice thought,This Beautiful Hour.As the sun lets out her tressesOn the edge of the worldLet’s…
From Call of the Bone Ships by R.J. Barker She looked down at the white boards of the deck. “Maybe that is the true nature of prophecy – we can only change what is within our reach. So do not worry about the gullaime, do not worry about their prophecy. Hold close those you care…
Of the Terrible Doubt of Appearances by Walt Whitman Of the terrible doubt of appearances,Of the uncertainty after all—that we may be deluded,That may-be reliance and hope are but speculations after all,That may-be identity beyond the grave is a beautiful fable only,May-be the things I perceive—the animals, plants, men, hills, shining and flowing waters,The skies…
There is a voice inside of youthat whispers all day long,“I feel that this is right for me,I know that this is wrong.”No teacher, preacher, parent, friendor wise man can decidewhat’s right for you – just listen tothe voice that speaks inside. ― Shel Silverstein
Good Bones By Maggie Smith (2015) Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this…
And did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth.
My friend AmyWears ballet slippers on the streetAdopts every child she meetsPuts salad dressing on her riceWould rather be called obnoxious than niceIs always flatBrokeSleeps like a narcoleptic catSmokesWrites poetry nobody ever seesAnd the rest you’d never believe. rik panganibanoctober 1992