‘A pinch of angst’ was her expression, not mine. I suggested
she start a blog.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
BOOKS
Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
Followers
Flag Counter
Blog Archive
-
▼
2013
(917)
-
▼
September
(69)
- Feeling Troubled.
- Having Nothing to Say.
- A Little Shire Mystery.
- Regarding the Right.
- The Children Deserve Better.
- Mr Frodo Comes Down to Oxford.
- Mists by Any Other Name Would Smell of Fish.
- Gluttonous Birds and a Doleful Ditty.
- Bird Tables, Butterflies and Becoming God.
- The Genius Loci of St Mary & St Barlok.
- Hard Love.
- The Hard Drugs Question.
- The Drinks Aisle Girl.
- James and the Giant Lie.
- The Virgin in the Bathroom.
- In Homage to Andrea 'JR' Kiss.
- The Dougal Priority.
- In Praise of Tesco.
- A Woman's Privilige.
- The Good, the Bad, and Dougal Maguire.
- The Curious Case of the YouTube Comment.
- Equinox and Wild Geese.
- Feeling Invisible.
- Euphemistically Speaking.
- A Strange Imagination.
- Our Lovable Loonies.
- September Scene.
- Coping with the Climate of Fortune.
- Having Nothing to Offer.
- When Phones Had Style.
- Finding the Illusion.
- Jottings of Little Consequence.
- An American Revelation.
- A Teutonic Revelation.
- An Unanswered Question.
- In Loco Epistolum.
- It's All About the Experience.
- The Google Glitch Again.
- Alternative Activity.
- The Mumbai Mystery.
- A Formative Influence.
- A Bohemian Aspiration.
- The Means to Persuade.
- Two Fruity Notes.
- Sacred in Glass.
- The Techno Week that Was.
- The People's Singer and the Meddling Habit.
- On Fuming, and Fish in F Sharp.
- A Letter to Big G.
- For What We Are About to Receive.
- The Essential Ingredient.
- Fur and Fashion.
- The Beer Parade.
- The Interrogation.
- A Land Unfit for the Peasant.
- A Little Seasonal Note.
- On Oddness, Electric Women, and Dubious Opinions.
- Funerals and Fripperies.
- Two Sides of Me.
- Acknowledging the Alternative.
- Surfacing Briefly.
- A Well Ordered Childhood.
- My First Upload...
- A Misspent Youth.
- Regressing.
- Fifty Words for Confused.
- Bravo Brooklyn!
- Hands in Motion.
- Loathing Lascivious.
-
▼
September
(69)
Pictures.
All the permanent pictures and some of the posted ones on this blog are my copyright. Most of them, however, are placed with a picture library which holds the licensing rights. I don't, therefore, have the legal right to grant permission to use them.
An Inhabitant of the Hungry Ghost Realm
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
CURRENT MOON
Labels
- Beetles (8)
- Birds (8)
- China (22)
- Ditties (143)
- Dracula (19)
- Frankenstein (6)
- French Lieutenant's Woman (13)
- Gonwid (4)
- Llama (13)
- Mary Davies (4)
- Premier (2914)
- Sweden (17)
- Trump (76)
When everything that is illusion is removed, all that remains is consciousness.
No comments:
Post a Comment