July 6, 2007
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Wendell Berry
this guy is pretty cool.
oh. Anna is back safe. with red hair. and a big hole in her knee.
Rachel Jones is getting married tomorrow. i remember when she was born. i am old.
“To paint it, you must show it as less than it is. that is why as a painter i never was at rest. now i look and do not paint. this is the heaven of a painter–only to look, to see without limit. it’s as if a poet finally were free to say only the simplest things.”
“To love is to suffer–did i know this when first i asked you for your love? i did not. and yet until i knew, i could not know what i asked, or gave. i gave a suffering that i took: yours and mine, mine when yours; and yours i have feared most…look at me now. now, after all the years, look at me who have no beauty apart from what we two have made and been. look at me with the look that anger and pain have taught you, the gaze in which nothing is guarded, nothing withheld.”
“We come, unsighted, in the dark, to the great feast of lovers where nothing is withheld. that we are there we know by touch, by inner sight. they are all here, who by their giving take, by taking give, who by their living love, and by loving live.”
“A young man’s love is a bitter love
for what he must forego
for what he ignorantly would have
desires but does not know.
The years, the years will teach him joys
that are more bitter still
what in his having he forgoes
he has imagined well.”
(all quotes by Wendell Berry)
