The Hammock Papers: Life.

04 December 2012

Life.

The stuff that happens on the way to errands. What we do with the time in between everything else. The stolen moment to read another chapter, the pleasantries exchanged in line at the grocery. One song in the car. Coffee hour after church. Thoughts while waiting. Shower ideas. Conversation over a beer. The walk to pick up the paper.

All the difference.

Ingredients of the stock of life at Cultural Offering.

1 comment:

Kurt Harden said...: There is a story called "Our Life With Food" It spans chili-mac and chicken pot pies, steaks outside of the high street apartment, grilled meals together, the spaghetti sauce, an evening in the back of the cheese shop and countless beers. All part of the stock of life.; December 4, 2012 at 11:45 PM

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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