Play ball

Didn't come up here to read. Came up here to hit. 

Hank Aaron to catcher Yogi Berra, who told him to turn his bat around so he could see the trademark during the 1957 World Series, Bartlett's Book of Anecdotes 

 

 

 

 

Enough

Somebody once said we never know
    what is enough until we know
        what's more than enough.

                Billie Holiday, Lady Sings the Blues

 

 

 

 

The simple life

I could enjoy the simple life
with a small living quarters,
a scratched album of Johnny Cash
and a Box of Twinkies

        Stanley Victor Paskavich, Return to Stantasyland

        [Continental Bakery created Twinkies April 6, 1930]

 

 

 

 

 

Practice resurrection

The word "resurrection" has for many people the connotation
of dead bodies leaving their graves or other fanciful images.
But resurrection means the victory of the New state of things,
the New Being born out of the death of the Old.
Resurrection is not an event that might happen in some remote future,
but it is the power of the New Being to create life out of death,
here and now, today and tomorrow.

                    Paul Tillich, The New Being

 

 

 

 

 

Poem: Matzah

Flat you are as a door mat
and as homely.
No crust, no glaze, you lack
a cosmetic glow.
You break with a snap.
You are dry as a twig
split from an oak
in midwinter.
You are bumpy as a mud basin
in a drought.
Square as a slab of pavement,
you have no inside
to hide raisins or seeds.
You are pale as the full moon
pocked with craters.

What we see is what we get
honest, plain, dry
shining with nostalgia
as if baked with light
instead of heat.
The bread of flight and haste
In the mouth you promise, home.

            Marge Piercy 

 

 

 

 

Gods in hiding

We must look at ourselves differently.
We are freer than we think.
We haven't begun to live yet.
The man whose light has come on in his head,
in his dormant sun, can never be kept down or defeated.
We can redream this world and make the dream real.
Human beings are gods hidden from ourselves.

        Ben Okri, The Famished Road

 

 

 

 

 

An unpaid debt

There’s no way to repay a mother’s love, or lack of it.

    Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic’s Notebook