Friday, August 23, 2019

Called to dream

© 2019 Hector Viveros Lee
Happy Birthday Gwendolin! Cariños!

Sunday, August 18, 2019

A divine punishment is also a divine gift

“A divine 'punishment’ is also a divine 'gift’, if accepted, since its object is ultimate blessing, and the supreme inventiveness of the Creator will make 'punishments’ (that is changes of design) produce a good not otherwise to be attained” 
--J.R.R. Tolkien

Cooper paused to seemingly brace himself as he read a quote by English writer J.R.R. Tolkien that Colbert had referenced in a past interview.
"You went on to say, 'What punishments of God are not gifts?' Do you really believe that?" Cooper asked.
"Yes," Colbert affirmed after a short pause. "It's a gift to exist, and with existence comes suffering. There's no escaping that."
The comedian clarified that "I want it to not have happened, but if you are grateful for your life ... then you have to be grateful for all of it. You can't pick and choose what you're grateful for."
Colbert pointed out that suffering allows people to relate to one another. He said: "What do you get from loss? You get awareness of other people's loss, which allows you to connect with that other person, which allows you to love more deeply and to understand what it's like to be a human being, if it's true that all humans suffer."
--Newsweek 8/16/19

Friday, August 16, 2019

I love my library!

© 2019 Hector Viveros Lee
happy bday Matthew!

Saturday, August 10, 2019

My Own Heart Let Me More have Pity On


My Own Heart Let Me More have Pity On
By Gerald Manley Hopkins

My own heart let me more have pity on; let
Me live to my sad self hereafter kind,
Charitable; not live this tormented mind
With this tormented mind tormenting yet.
I cast for comfort I can no more get
By groping round my comfortless, than blind
Eyes in their dark can day or thirst can find
Thirst's all-in-all in all a world of wet.

Soul, self; come, poor Jackself, I do advise
You, jaded, let be; call off thoughts awhile
Elsewhere; leave comfort root-room; let joy size
At God knows when to God knows what; whose smile
's not wrung, see you; unforeseen times rather — as skies
Betweenpie mountains — lights a lovely mile.

Thursday, July 25, 2019

Tell me it was for hunger



Tell me it was for hunger
& nothing less. For hunger is to give
the body what it knows

it cannot keep. That this amber light
whittled down by another war
is all that pins my hand

to your chest.

***

In the life before this one, you could tell
two people were in love
because when they drove the pick up
over the bridge, their wings
would grow back just in time

Some days I am still inside the pick up
Some days I keep waiting.

--Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous