Paper Tiger

“When you’re really in love with somebody, you don’t see any physical flaws.”

“when you’re going through real life bullshit that’s when you see people’s true colours

that is when if someone bails on you, when you need a friend, you find out who they really are. and if the people you think are important to you don’t care, that is just bullshit.” - Kel

it’s one thing to say you’re going to let go. it’s another thing to actually do it. to loosen you’re grip, and freefall.

It’s too dark, just the passing cars illuminate the room. It’s harder every time I see you and when you leave I’m wondering when will be too soon.

But you ain’t mine to miss. And it’s time to put a line down in the dust. I know what friendship is and it doesn’t feel like this. Go home to her while you still can. It’s much too late now, for drafting up new plans. Your woman’s got an honest man. I always thought. So don’t do nothing now to make me take it back.

I’m sure you’ve seen a girl go flushed before. I don’t want to get touched, I don’t want to be moved, I don’t want to think much. I just want to get through. With my hands in my pockets while we can, let’s just stop. I already have my own problems. I’m not trying to get sainted. I don’t need to be good I’m just trying to be blameless.

I’ve seen our better natures, flashing like a pair of flipping coins. I know it’s getting late ‘cause..’cause I can see exactly whats been running through your mind. I don’t pretend it’s easy. I like it less than you. It’s been a long time lonely, I’ve got less to lose. But here is a chance to do right, this is the stuff of real life.

Let’s just let this one slide, say our goodbyes. 

“Haven’t met too many women in this business that I really like. But you can hold a little liqour, you can hold a conversation, you can hold your own mic.”

-Dessa

an excerpt: “There are some people who just don’t wait” Robert Krulwich on the future of journalism

Suppose, instead of waiting for a job offer from the New Yorker, suppose next month, you go to your living room, sit down, and just do what you love to do. If you write, you write. You write a blog. If you shoot, find a friend, someone you know and like, and the two of you write a script. You make something. No one will pay you. No one will care, No one will notice, except of course you and the people you’re doing it with. But then you publish, you put it on line, which these days is totally doable, and then… you do it again.

What you love can differ, but the love, once it comes, that feeling of waking up with a kind of eagerness, a crazy momentum that pushes you into your day, an excitement you realize you don’t ever want to go way… that’s important. If you don’t have that feeling, maybe you’re lucky. You can lead a more sane life. 

I’ve seen people, literally, go home, write a blog about dinosaurs (in one case), neuroscience, biology. Nobody asked them. They just did. On their own. By themselves.

After they wrote, they tweeted and facebooked and flogged their blogs, and because they were good, and worked hard, within a year or two, magazines asked them to affiliate (on financial terms that were insulting), but they did that, and their blogs got an audience, and then they got magazine assignments, then agents, then book deals, and now, three, four years after they began, these folks, five or six of them, are beginning to break through.  And they’re doing it on their own terms! In their own voice, they’re free to be themselves AND they’re paid for it!

After all, when it began in the 1930’s, Time, the weekly news magazine, was a radical idea created by young Henry Luce and his college friends. The New Yorker got its beats from young James Thurber and his buddy E.B. White, and their boss Harold Ross, I was at Rolling Stone when Jann Wenner put together his amazing gang of writers, designers, critics, photographers. Then Ira Glass did it again with Gen Xers. Each of these groups have a shared feel; they are expressing something that belongs to their age, their time.

(Source: discoverymagazine.com)

stop. wait a minuet. get ‘em. drop that cynicism. take that weight off.

you’re so cynical, thought you play a pivotal role

but instead you insist on digging that hole

now your soul just aches, your body quakes taking all the weight

voice shaking like that shot you take

you use that crutch to hold you up, hold you down 

well i seen that shoulder round you ain’t breaking no new ground

just hanging on to old luggage digging for a gold nugget

if you missed the subject, hold up, let me slow it down.

i wake up to staying positive. in the face of all that don’t point me opposite

honesty and openess the policiy 

here there’s work to do

lay aside all that thats hurting you

or maybe you don’t get this, maybe you don’t listen no way, no how

insisting on digging your own way out.

well grab  your shovel then boy.