The Hammock Papers: Patient.

27 November 2012

Patient.

In the morning when the moon is at it's rest
You will find me at the time I love the best
Watching rainbows play on sunlight
Pools of water iced from cold night

In the morning
It is the morning of my life

In the daytime, I will meet you as before
You will find me waiting by the ocean floor
Building castles in the shifting sands
In a world that no one understands

In the morning
It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life

In the morning of my life
The minutes take so long to drift away
Please be patient with your life
It's only morning and you're still to live your day

In the evening, I will fly you to the moon
To the top right hand corner of the ceiling in my room
Where we'll stay until the sun shines
Another day to swing on clothes lines, may I be yawning

It is the morning of my life
It is the morning of my life
In the morning

- Barry Gibb

David Gray ...

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL