“A stone, a leaf, an unfound door; of a stone, a leaf, a door. And of all the forgotten faces. Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother’s face; from the prison of her flesh we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison of this earth. Which of us has known his brother? Which of us has looked into his father’s heart? Which of us has not remained forever prison-pent? Which of us is not forever a stranger and alone? O waste of loss, in the hot mazes, lost, among bright stars on this most weary unbright cinder, lost! Remembering speechlessly we seek the great forgotten language, the lost lane-end into heaven, a stone, a leaf, an unfound door. Where? When? O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again.”
—Thomas Wolfe “Look homeward, angel”
I love that guy.
Still reading “You can’t go home again” Still loving every word.
I got a hold of a copy of “Heavy Metal” and also the song “Heavy Metal” by Sammy Hagar. I like both.
Terrel Owens decided not to pull my fat out of the fire and now I will lose my first Fantasy Football Game to my brother, the “birdies”. shit. what a sissy team to lose to.
The light is different now. It is the Fall. I love it, I’ve said it before. It casts a yellow-orange hue to everything. Soon the farmers will harvest their crops and put the land to rest for the winter. We have a bunch of pruning and making ready for next year, it’s exciting, lots of winter work. I hope the winter isn’t as harsh as it was last year.
Friend Joe and his blushing bride are coming into town for their one year anniversary next week and they have graciously given up some time to chat and catch up with me sunday. good friend.
Another drawing session this wednesday, starting to slowly get back into it, just requires discipline to recover the lost ground.