Here we go! A link to SAME & DIFFERENT, at Tulika's web-site, now on sale. I am waiting impatiently for my author copies for immediate give away -- the one big thrill of publishing boox is being able to give 'em away!
Oh -- and here's a link to a page at Tulika's Blog where I describe how I did the drawings.
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ms. mp :
being easter & all th@ 2day, i thought it appropriate to share little "easter"(n) thoughts that i very much relish even though, in all fairness they've been written by a western boy(!) {not sure how jlb would react to being called a western boy!)
A Prayer
Thousands of times, and in both of the languages that are a part of me, my lips have pronounced, and shall go on pronouncing, the Paternoster, yet I only partly understand it. This morning – July 1, 1969 – I want to attempt a prayer that is personal, not inherited. I know such an understanding demands a sincerity that is more than human. First of all, obviously I am barred from asking for anything. Asking that my eyes not be filled with night would be madness; I know of thousands of people who can see, yet who are not particularly happy, just or wise. Times’ march is a web of causes and effects, and asking for any gift of mercy, however tiny it might be, is to ask that link be broken in that web of iron, ask that it be already broken. No one deserves such a miracle. Nor can I plead that my trespasses be forgiven; forgiveness is an act of the other, and only I myself can save me. Forgiveness purifies the offending party, not the offender, who is virtually untouched by it. The freeness of my “free will” is perhaps illusory, but I am able to give or dream that I give. I can give courage, which I do not possess; I can give hope, which does not lie within me; I can teach a willingness to learn that which I hardly know myself, or merely glimpse. I want to be remembered less as a poet than as a friend; I want someone to repeat a cadence from Dunbar or Frost or that man who, at midnight, looked upon that tree that bleeds, the Cross, and to reflect that he heard those words for the first time from my lips. None of the rest matters to me; I hope that oblivion will not long delay. The designs of the universe are unknown to us, but we do know that to think with lucidity and to act with fairness is to aid those designs (which shall never be revealed to us).
I want to die completely; I want to die with this body, my companion
Jorge Luis Borges
gt
Wonderful and most appropriate. Here is a link sent to me by an Ozzy friend who is the least likely source of things Easter-y (belonging, as he does, the the Jewish persuasion). It is undoubtedly the best possible way to view the Sistine Chapel -- not a tourist in sight and you can get up close and intimate with the immortal frescoes.
It will probably not be a clickable link, so you'll need to copy and paste. Well worth the visit.
http://www.vatican.va/various/cappelle/sistina_vr/index.html
gt, it went just about half an inch above my head.
sire p. "Times’ march is a web of causes and effects, and asking for any gift of mercy, however tiny it might be, is to ask that link be broken in that web of iron, ask that it be already broken. No one deserves such a miracle."
.... is a dig at the basic idea that when we pray we usually "ask for something" & once we realise the intricate nature of cause and effect in our lives - we can, quite frankly realise how silly it is to ask for anything in this manner!
the other big thing seems to be the idea of " forgiveness" as though this process "purifies" anything! as you know, "guilt" is a really nicely packaged emotion that most religons twist to ensnare their victims. asking "god" for forgiveness? whom is thgis really helping?
and lastly - i think this is a gr8 mantra for all our lives "None of the rest matters to me; I hope that oblivion will not long delay. The designs of the universe are unknown to us, but we do know that to think with lucidity and to act with fairness is to aid those designs (which shall never be revealed to us). gt
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