“Fiction is the lie through which we tell our truth.”-Albert Camus
note: quoted by Albert Flynn DeSilver in his book,Writing as a Path to Awakening
“Neglect nothing that will serve to make you great.”- attributed to Stendhal
“Laziness is a sign of mediocrity.”- attributed to Voltaire
note: both quotations are quoted by Julian Barnes in his book, Keeping An Eye Open, Essays on Art.
“Pure crystal are those that have perfectly repeating units. You told me this after I asked you what you found beautiful about chemistry. But what of the repating units in life? Most often imperfect.”
-Weike Wang, Chemistry
note: Yesterday Mrs. Abstract and I toured the Degas and with other Impressionists’ exhibit at the Legion of Honor in San Francisco.
Today I finished Chemistry by Weike Wang. I added Keeping an Eye Open, Essays on Art by Julian Barnes in my reading list.
Remembering certain moments of elation of the afternoon
And not the whole idle expansion of the day
We walk towards the fountain expecting a cooling mist
It’s windy, we laugh as our hair and faces get wet
The changing detachment and tone in the photographs
Overhead a falcon practices its dives,
Hiding a new flying patterns and surprises
The day ends and we go our separate ways
Not knowing if there is a new day.
“That’s dispersion. That’s when boring white light goes through a prism and comes out a rainbow. Blue light disperses the most, hence the blue sky you see everywhere. Yellow light disperses the least, hence the yellow sun you see in one place.”- Weike Wang, Chemistry
note: I finished reading East of Eden by John Steinbeck just in time for this Saturday Book Club. I’m finishing Journal of a Novel, The East of Eden Letters by John Steinbeck
which is an added reading for the discussion of East of Eden.
I’m reading a new set of books:
Chemistry by Weike Wang,
Forest Park by Nicole Krauss
Every Word is a Bird We Teach to Sing by Daniel Tammet
World Without Mind by Franklin Foer.
I put back on the shelves the other set of books I was reading before and didn’t finished.
I’m looking at the white heron
stepping daintily on the muddy riverbank at low tide
I’m thinking what I want to write today
The thought escapes and now a fugitive
To search between coherence and acceptance,
silence is not easy, formlessness can’t remain.
The pendulum will swing back
carrying some words stitched together
one half haphazardly, the other half arranged like a quilt.
I’m between thoughts
being ahead or being behind has no meaning when one is not hurrying,
still, we want to reach the finish line.
Finding you and continue our dialogue
can be exhausting though you are buoyant
I want to share your optimism.
Mark Beaumont did it. Cycling for 79 days to circumnavigate the world. CONGRATULATIONS MARK.
Celebrate his feat: cycle
Eat the crackers and pick up the crumbs
Never mind the absence of oysters
The atmosphere is warming up fast
Where will you go, she ask
I want to say I mean to ask you.
What is left is the last prediction
The sea will rise and swallow the mountain
We will climb higher and higher
And we may not reach heaven.
note: Joined my son, Greg ,and his colleagues in PG&E, and thousand others in the Heart Walk today in San Francisco Bay Area to fight heart disease.
Balancing herself on a cane
she bends down to remove
a pebble from her shoe
stands, adjust her scarf,
and resumes her walk
The air 61 degrees cool under cloudy sky.
She walks slow with slight sway
body straight, her eyes look far in the horizon
She answers good morning
with a smile as I pass and greet her.
Her voice sounds content.
note: The path to the river.