today as i walked past the
burnt-out house i looked into the pile of rubble in its front yard (i couldn't help but look) & the only pile-of-rubble things that weren't black with soot were two videocassette boxes. the tapes inside were all melty:
the return of the jedi (original version) &
the cider house rules.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:dear martian-at-random,
all my stories are about sensation.
i remain convinced that the key to everything is the intersection of sensation & stylization.
also, i think this bears repeating:
So, instead of loving what you think is peace, love others and love God above all. And, instead of hating the people you think are warmongers, hate the appetite and the disorder in your own soul, which are the causes of war. If you love peace, then hate injustice, hate tyranny, hate greed � but hate these things in yourself, not in another.
Thomas Merton
� because i am trying hard to remember it.
LOVERICKA
