from: Pilgrim at Tinker Creek – Annie Dillard

“I am a frayed and nibbled survivor in a fallen world, and I am getting along. I am aging and eaten and have done my share of eating too. I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wondering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air, whose bloodied and scarred creatures are my dearest companions, and whose beauty bats and shines not in its imperfections but overwhelmingly in spite of them.”

Josh Homme’s Desert Sessions

“I was falling asleep last night, it was beautiful and all that
stuff, and then I heard from the highway, just because sound being what
it is here, this crystal clear, ‘You motherfucker! You piece of shit!’
clear as a bell. I run, and I’ll run past houses that are out there and
I swear to God I heard a pig squealing like it was about to be
slaughtered inside of somebody’s house. Just like, No, dude! It is not chill, at all, out here. It doesn’t want us here. That ‘the universe will provide’ fucking bullshit? Come out here and see how friendly the universe is.”

The Last Stand of the Great Rock & Roll Mother*ckers

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from “Black Oaks” – Mary Oliver

Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a little sunshine, a little rain. Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from one boot to another―why don’t you get going? For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees. And to tell the truth I don’t want to let go of the wrists of idleness, I don’t want to sell my life for money, I don’t even want to come in out of the rain.

– Mary Oliver, from “Black Oaks”