I loathe the expression 34what makes him

I loathe the expression "What makes him tick."  It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that uses the foolish expression.  A person not only ticks, he also chimes and strikes the hour, falls and breaks and has to be put together again, and sometimes stops like an electric clock in a thunderstorm.  ~James Thurber

A bud can be beautiful a work

A bud can be beautiful, a work of art even.  But I’m finding it simply can’t compare to the openness of the blossom.  Looking for my sun.  ~Jeb Dickerson, www.howtomatter.coma bud can be beautiful, a work of art even. but i’m finding it simply cant compare 2 the openness of the blossom. looking 4 my sun #trueself May 20th 2009 twitter.com/JebDickerson/status/1861228070

Alexandros of antioch took a block marble

Alexandros of Antioch took a block of marble and chiseled away from it everything that was not his masterpiece, the Venus de Milo.  If you will chisel away one fault from your character every day, you may discover –
a) that you’re actually a statue of Margaret Thatcher.
b) that you’re still just a block of marble.
c) that there are pigeon droppings on your shoes.
d) that you, too, are a hidden masterpiece.
~Robert Brault, www.robertbrault.com

I want to unfold let no place

I want to unfold.
Let no place in me hold itself closed,
for where I am closed, I am false…
~Rainer Maria Rilke, Book of Hours (Das Stunden-Buch), translated from German and modified by Anita Barrows and Joanna Marie MacyTPV
“Poets in English continue to line up for the inevitable failure of translating his short lyrics…” -Clive James, about Rilke

Not a blade of grass but has

Not a blade of grass but has a story to tell, not a heart but has its romance, not a life which does not hide a secret which is either its thorn or its spur. Everywhere grief, hope, comedy, tragedy; even under the petrifaction of old age, as in the twisted forms of fossils, we may discover the agitations and tortures of youth. This thought is the magic wand of poets and of preachers: it strips the scales from our fleshly eyes, and gives us a clear view into human life; it opens to the ear a world of unknown melodies, and makes us understand the thousand languages of nature. Thwarted love makes a man polyglot, and grief transforms him into a diviner and a sorcerer. ~Henri-Fr?d?ric Amiel, 28th March 1855 (journal), translated from French by Mary Augusta WardTPVgb:z0_DrV9dW0oC; Mrs Humphry Ward; Amiel’s Journal: The Journal Intime of Henri-Frederic Amiel; Qe2