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When evening comes, I return home and enter my study; on the threshold I take off my workday clothes, covered with mud and dirt, and put on the garments of court and palace. Fitted out appropriately, I step inside the venerable courts of the ancients, where, solicitously received by them, I nourish myself on that food that alone is mine and for which I was born; where I am unashamed to converse with them and to question them about the motives for their actions, and they, out of their human kindness, answer me. And for four hours at a time I feel no boredom, I forget all my troubles, I do not dread poverty, and I am not terrified by death. I absorb myself into them completely.Niccolò Machiavelli to Francesco Vettori December 10, 1513
There is still some fine writing coming from our contemporaries, work that will, in 500 years from now, still exalt Humanity, and make us all proud. Yes, dear reader, I refer to Paul Simon.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
2 comments:
I came to have similar thoughts during the "Everybody Draw Mohammed Day" run-up. While it prompted me to put pen to paper and draw cartoons in over a decade, part of me felt like I was drawing for all the wrong reasons.
I'm still glad I did it, but I still wish to some extent that I hadn't felt the need. (Nor, for that matter, the need for my ongoing "Tectonic Tuesdays" series.)
Steve Miller, Writer of Stuff, left a comment here, and in spite of me publishing it three times, it still doesn't register here. So, I'm posting it under my name and hope that Blogger will fix this recurring problem soon so our friends and readers generally can have their say in some confidence that it will actually show up. My apologies for this wrinkle.
I'm leaving a link to Steve's works at the bottom of the original post above so you can visit him if you like.
Here's Steve:
Steve Miller, Writer of Stuff has left a new comment on your post "Dark Night of the Mind":
I came to have similar thoughts during the "Everybody Draw Mohammed Day" run-up. While it prompted me to put pen to paper and draw cartoons in over a decade, part of me felt like I was drawing for all the wrong reasons.
I'm still glad I did it, but I still wish to some extent that I hadn't felt the need. (Nor, for that matter, the need for my ongoing "Tectonic Tuesdays" series.)
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