Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

October 8, 2007

Ready Or Not, Some Day It Will All Stop


There will be no more sunrises,
no minutes, hours or days.

All the things you collected,
whether treasured or forgotten,
will pass to someone else.

Your wealth,
fame and temporal power
will shrivel to irrelevance.

It will not matter what you owned
or what you were owed.

Your grudges, resentments, frustrations,
and jealousies will finally disappear.

So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans,
and to-do lists will expire.

The wins and losses
that once seemed so important
will fade away.

It won't matter where you came from,
or on what side of the tracks you lived,
at the end.

It won't matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant.

Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.

So what will matter?
How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought,
but what you built;
not what you got,
but what you gave?

What will matter is not your success,
but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned,
but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity,
compassion,
courage or sacrifice that enriched,
empowered or encouraged others
to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competence,
but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew,
but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone.

What will matter is not your memories,
but the memories that live in those who loved you.

What will matter is how long you will be remembered,
by whom and for what.

Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident.
It's not a matter of circumstance but of choice.

Choose to live a life that matters.

Michael Josephson

October 7, 2007

Remember The Peace Dove? It's Been Replaced

We live in an era of aggressive showmanship. The video above presents the bird Snowball that dances and even bows wildly to applause. This behaviour is not suitable for other quiet white birds like the nowhere-to-be-found peace dove.Remember that there was a flurry of doves in the art world after the carnage of Guernica. This lithograph by Picasso was published in 1949 after a horrible war. We have not really suffered lately, so we get the shallow showoffs like Snowball. Nostalgic? Well...I'm not sure. After viewing that masterfull production by Ken Burns on PBS ('The War', every wednesday night at 10pm), I dont think I want a war and I would rather support the squeals and learn to dance with the wild birds.

September 29, 2007

A New Batch of Even Cuter Animalitos

You must admit that these 'animalitos' are a lot prettier than the first bunch I put together 3 months ago Thanks Jackee for letting me steal them from you! All animals including us are potentially 'cute' when looked at the right way, right?

September 25, 2007

A Gem Of An Animation Film, by Chris Lambeth


I must thank Bob (The 13th) for this link. As a Canadian, I knew nothing about either Larkin of Lambeth, although they both made the Oscars in the animation category. Nice to be educated about our own by a considerate American neighbor. This is awesome, for lack of a better descriptor.

September 4, 2007

Our Favorite Squirrel Now On TV Worldwide


To popular demand, we are now broadcasting our squirrel "McCorn" and his tango steps on our blog. Credits for the music to Ensemble de Tango de Montréal, with special thanks to Anne-Marie, its cute and smart pianist, for that number.

August 28, 2007

The Mortgage Crisis...a solution in 4 easy steps.

1
You buy something in Mexico for $75K, cash, move in, water the plants and make it nice inside.
2
Then You build an addition yourself for something like $3,534. and invite your friends and family. You now have what people around here think is a $125K value.
You DONT borrow on the equity to buy a Porsche.
3
You give a wax job to your 1976 Windstar and drive it with glee to the Mercado where you buy 5-6 piernas de pollo and 3 fresh onions..

4
You dont complain about da banks, da system, da economy, da goberment, da cost of living, but you eat your chicken cacciatore with a good wine.
Burp!

"Hoptimistic", as we say in Quebec

A happy hop from the bed this morning. A little bit more optimistic about things. Mostly thanks to this great American institution, Google. Just think, I was able to view most of my architectural projects in several countries last night, thanks to Google Earth. These satellite views proved that my buildings were still standing after 10-40 years, set in their scenery and parking lots.
plus hundreds of Archimede house with their peculiar rhombic-dodecahedral geometries, sticking out like flower bouquets in either island or ski resorts. Planet earth is small and very dainty, as shown on Google Earth. And I can write about it in this Google Blogger, then I can just perform a Google Search and deconstruct all the bad mouthing that is spread around the world by the our miscontent, our insurgents. Then I can go to YouTube (another Google flagship) and see a video that totally destroys the myth of Jesus, another clip by Carlin killing Religion , one that just busts your ribs with laughter. Then I can write to my friends to invite them to see'em, sharing the enlightment, using my Google GMail of course. And all that comes in 27 languages, so that I know that all over the planet others are doing the same thing, clearing the air of all the ignorance and suppression that has been plaguing us for centuries, with shamans, kings, mullahs, politicos and priests spreading their power with lies and superstitions. And banks too. I can go to Google Finance and read the fine print on all their activities, go to Google Spreadsheets to check out the totals of their investments in Halliburton and the like, check out their salary and ethics of their CEO's in Google News, check out their honest faces in Google Images, report findings in this Google Blog, go back to Google Earth to see that the globe is still spinning and check out Google Sky to see how tiny we are with 20 billion distant stars in JUST OUR OWN MILKY WAY GALAXY. ThenI can look at the furthest clusters going back to the beginning of time and think...Shit! we've only been around for 100,000 years, a microscopic fraction of the age of the universe. A blip. If we disappear, nothing in the universe will notice it or miss us. And of course you wont see that reported on Google News. Join our blog and spin the planet with us.

June 7, 2007

Menu, from KODAK, by Blaise Cendrars, 1926


1.

Truffled green turtle liver
Lobster Mexican
Florida pheasant
Iguana with Carribean sauce
Gumbo and palmetto

3.

Winnipeg salmon
Scottish leg of lamb
Royal Canadian apples
Old French wines

8.

River crab and pimento stew
Suckling pig ringed with fried bananas
Hedgehog ravensara
Fruit

~
I find this translation quite good but I cannot cite the translator, this having been found on the web. Living near Puerto Nuevo, the "so-called" lobster capital of Baja California, I must say that their lobster does not cut it one bit. Nothing beats the cold-water lobster from my mother's New Brunswick. Anyway that is not the point as reading Cendrars menu IN FRENCH makes your mouth water ....(!)......before your mind realizes the content of the poem. F'r'instance, there aint no salmons in Winnipeg. I know. I was born there, 2200 miles from the nearest ocean. Isn't that one more proof of the power of poetry!

So, after all this, I must reveal that apparently Cendrars stole the scenes in "Kodak" by revising passages from an adventure novel called "The Mysterious Doctor Cornelius, by Gustave Le Rouge, a voluminous author of pulp fiction. Ah, orientalism at its best.

Another interesting note is that Cendrars was forced to change the name of the book because the Kodak Co. threatened to sue for using their name without permission. So he changed the title to "Documentaries." Cendrars tried to argue that he was giving the company free publicity, but Kodak Co. thought that it was actually detrimental because it "distracted customers from the precise uses" of their products.

Blaise on YouTube

Wonderful news, young people are timidly rediscovering Blaise Cendrars, the supreme modernist poet of the early 20th century. Dig this actor reciting "Quand on aime, il faut partir!" . What a pleasant surprise, I just flipped last night, asking the talented fellow to do more of the same. Meanwhile I think I will do some piano improvisations while reading some of his stuff...might even translante some to English, like the incredible menu he wrote. Yeah!!!