A Carpe Diem Life

25/05/2024

Anyone working this weekend? I see you! Cheers! Coffee ☕️ and more ☕️ ☕️ 🌞

15/06/2022

The transient, foggy remembrance of a particular place or time once familiar (perhaps in an alternate reality) but now only evoked through random images - lost frames from the film that is my story, crudely edited out by the vagaries of life's circumstances
I swear I've lived in a place like this before.
I need to find a way back... if it ever existed to begin with.
- l.g. - Life After Required Reading (2018)

30/10/2020

“You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.”
Mary Oliver

Alfons Mucha - Autumn, 1896.

15/09/2020

Read these 432 words once a day for 30 days, and you might just become an expert on love.

06/09/2020

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02/08/2020

To mark World Poetry Day, we pay homage to Lenore Kandel, a rare feminist voice in the literary counterculture of the 1960s

24/04/2020

Il y a toujours une partie de soi qui attend autre chose. Personne n’est complètement là où il est, je le sais maintenant.

N'oublie pas d'être heureuse,
Christine Orban.

16/11/2019

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21/08/2019

"I had bought my ticket and was waiting for the L.A. bus when all of a sudden I saw the cutest little Mexican girl in slacks come cutting across my sight. She was in one of the buses that had just pulled in with a big sigh of air brakes and was discharging passengers for a rest stop. Her breasts stuck out straight; her little thighs looked delicious; her hair was long and lustrous black; and her eyes were great blue windows with timidities inside. I wished I was on her bus. A pain stabbed my heart, as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world. “Los Angeles coach now loading in door two,” says the announcer and I get on. I saw her sitting alone. I dropped right opposite her on the other window and began scheming right off. I was so lonely, so sad, so tired, so quivering, so broken, so beat that I got up my courage, the courage necessary to approach a strange girl, and acted. Even then I had to spend five minutes beating my thighs in the dark as the bus rolled down the road. “You gotta, you gotta or you’ll die! Damn fool talk to her! What’s wrong with you? Aren’t you tired enough of yourself by now?” And before I knew what I was doing I leaned across the aisle to her (she was trying to sleep on the seat) “Miss, would you like to use my raincoat for a pillow?” She looked up with a smile and said “No, thank you very much.” I sat back trembling; I lit a butt. I waited till she looked at me, with a sad little sidelook of love, and I got right up and leaned over her. “May I sit with you, Miss?”

- Jack Kerouac - On The Road

(above photo: Brazilian actress Ms. Alice Braga as "Terry" in the movie adaptation of Kerouac's - On the Road)

15/02/2019

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