Upon hearing an unexpected knock at the door,
or a ring of the telephone, Dorothy Parker would often exclaim
"What fresh hell is this?"
Expressing joy and defiance through art: Writings and photos on hope and resilience; love and relationships; life and death; anger and acceptance; and human behavior and beliefs.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
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Attention Must Be Paid
The territory is quiet now, the listings set aside, The advocate who held the floor, who walked the blocks with pride. He built his name on ...
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Here I sit - nursing a scotch, looking out at the pink and orange reflection of the sunset on the mountain—pondering my solitary act of civi...
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“We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first t...
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The Parable, Redacted A long time ago, a grasshopper was hopping about, chirping and singing. A wretched thing, laboring away in the heat, a...
1 comment:
Here's yet another thing I learned today. This is something one of my colleagues at work always used to say. And I picked it up from him. So now I know, it's Dorothy Parker. Thanks Dorothy. Thanks random blog generator than brought me here. Thanks John.
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