Category Archives: Clothing

15-Such

Influence

A thousand years from now human beings would probably continue to die of cancer and earthquake and such clownish mishaps as slipping in bathtubs.

Mankind would continue to be burdened with eyes that grow weak, feet that grow tired, noses that itch, intestines vulnerable to bacilli, and generative organs that are nervous until the age of virtue & senility.

Most people would continue, at least for a few hundred years, to sit in chairs, eat from dishes upon tables, read books — no matter how many cunning phonographic substitutes might be invented, wear shoes or sandals, sleep in beds, write with some sort of pens, and in general spend twenty or twenty-two hours a day much as they had spent them in 1930.

Tornadoes, floods, droughts, lightning, and mosquitoes would remain, along with the homicidal tendency known in the best of citizens when their sweethearts go dancing off with other men.

And, most fatally & abysmally, men of superior cunning, of slyer foxiness, whether they might be called Comrades, Brethren, Commissars, Kings, Patriots, Little Brothers of the Poor, or any other rosy name, would continue to have more influence than slower-witted men, however worthy.

It Can’t Happen Here (1935) by Sinclair Lewis

08-Kick

Toe the Party Line – Share the Booty

Cross the party line – get stubbed

One day, a few days after the liberation, I walked through the country past flowering meadows, for miles and miles, toward the market town near the camp. Larks rose to the sky and I could hear their joyous song. There was no one to be seen for miles around; there was nothing but the wide earth and sky and the larks’ jubilation and the freedom of space.

I stopped, looked around, and up to the sky—and then I went down on my knees. At that moment there was very little I knew of myself or of the world—I had but one sentence in mind—always the same: “I called to the Lord from my narrow prison and He answered me in the freedom of space.”

Man’s Search For Meaning by Victor Frankl

Walking in the park just the other day, what do you think I saw? Crowds of people sitting on the grass with flowers in their hair. –Misty Mountain Hop by Led Zeppelin

31-Sura

Football

Life is so unfair. He wasn’t on the offense; his job was defense, not to catch the ball. But, he was playing the game. And what difference would possession make?

So the missed catch split his life, a mortal caesura so to speak, his life before and after the unexpected happening.

08-Cott

Would you like to buy one of these?

Me too!


They might be found on the discounted thrift shelf by now.

No matter how far we have veered from reverence for the miraculous fact that we exist in a universe that we don’t understand, until we stop getting to dawn, we get a chance to start over.

David Milch