In this piece, I’d like to explore two movies that portray Outsiders. This is about how effective they can be, and what results when someone steps out of the usual framework and acts according to their own beating drum.
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As I hit the soft ocean floor and curl up to go to sleep, I find myself inside a tunnel and like “Alice Through the Looking Glass,” walk on in. Facing me, in a wash of grey silvery light — the light was very, very bright — and twinkles of light racing like fireflies — sits my father in an armchair with a woman standing next to him.
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Geffen famously said “Anybody who thinks money will make you happy, hasn’t got money.” Hmmm. So money is not necessarily the greatest reward.
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Laugh. Every. Day. Stop the Information Poisoning. To get those cortisols and adrenals to recede it’s actually quite simple: do some deep breathing.
Then take some time to laugh.
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Ambition by James Robiscoe
St. Barbara's Day (December 4) by James Robiscoe
James notes regarding his poem: The first stanza notes the botanical phenomenon and builds upon its metaphysical suggestions.
Poem "Advent" from James
In the Christian tradition Advent is a period of 40 days prior to Jesus's birth dedicated to detachment from worldly goods. It is a way to honor to the coming (in Latin "adventus") of Christ and a reminder that we must all surrender this earth.
Horns of judgment blare.
Time dissolves; is everywhere,
bouncing off corner cabinets,
running up your legs,
veiling mirrors.
Catching hold of the edge of
the desk does not break
your fall, nor does the Persian
carpet, nor the floor, nor the
foundation below.
Worlds never seen
blow past like pillowdown.
To breathe you must not struggle,
not even if the pen is still
clutched in your fingers.
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One of James' poems.
Thought for a day. And happy birthday, James!
