Sunday, September 13, 2009

Average VS Avant-garde

Aloha Cool People!
Welcome to My Pad.
Like, make yourselves at home.

Kick off da footwear - click on da photoArtPalm Trees against the sky - yawn.
Check out THIS view, cats!

“Everything we hear is an opinion not a fact.
Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth.”
Marcus Aurelius

Wow! Like, Skies Are A'Changin` wit da Seasons!

"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
Emily Dickinson

We've seen plenty o` dem together, haven't we?

"Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence

Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance

Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence

Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance."

Yoko Ono, Season of Glass

Still, We Wait Patiently.
Seems everybody's waitin` for something!
"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature— the assurancethat dawn comes after night, and spring after winter." Rachel Carson

The "normal" and the "mundane' always stifled me.
It was the unexpected, novel and new
that entranced me growing up.

Of course, back in the day,
there was a prevailing impatience with old stuff,
as buildings, neighborhoods, and folkways were obliterated for tall, glass & steel "international style" blocks & towers.
If it wasn't for Jane Jacobs,

and other crazy citizens-without-portfolio, we'd be living in an even more sterile environment. So a rebellious love of "useless" old stuff has always been part of my makeup too.
As long as I'm swimming against the school, I know I'm going in the right direction.

Yes, swimming against the current has always been my default position, so love of the crumbling, archaic, and imperiled (be they people or buildings) came easy to me. It was just another early characteristic that set me apart from the progress-mad land that I grew up in.

I guess you'd say that nonconformity was the air I breathed and just as necessary.
To live buried in a bleached suburb was to me synonymous with death.
a bohemian district to breathe in, and plenty of non-mainstream nourishment like Pharoah Sanders:

But lately,
I notice that I'm finding delight in the most ordinary
people & things.

The very plodding, solid, grimy face of this life seems to me, at last, infinitely superior, fascinating, and worthwhile than the latest avantGard sensation.

Rather than seeking out the latest "exclusivity"
I mine delight from the abundant messiness of a normalcy
that has lately begun to reveal
a harmonious richness
in which the discordant oft provides
the graciest of grace notes.

My longing for belonging has expanded;
I'm not looking for the in-est connoisseurship any longer,
but feasting at the family table,
and enjoying every minute of it!

And thanks to all you fearless bloggers who share your daily bread with me!
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