Expect nothing. Live frugally
become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Take only enough
Stop short of urge to plead
Then purge away the need.
Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild disappointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul.
Discover the reason why
So tiny human midget
Exists at all
So scared unwise
But expect nothing. Live frugally
— Alice Walker, “Expect Nothing”
In paralyzing panic: my pose wilts.
High despair. Need to crack the head of perspective.
How much is this suffering worth?
Oh, not my life. Not my life.
"Science tells us, by the way, that the Earth would not merely fall apart, but vanish like a ghost, if Electricity were suddenly removed from the world."
Vladimir Nabokov, from Pale Fire
21st Nov 2013
You didn’t show up this morning. She appeared before me tonight. Sudden as the trip over the edge of a mind in the lure of sleep’s slow seduction. Walked past in her magnetic way. If you were a sign, then she would be fate. Don’t tell me anything with certainty.
Waste time. Gather yourself. Hold on to the mighty conviction that life need not be miserable.
Losing my tolerance for reality.
"Art is something which lies in the slender margin between the real and the unreal."
Chikamatsu Monzaemon, from Naniwa Miyage by Hozumi Ikan, trans. Donald Keene