2 months ago
brown trees on green grass field during daytime
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2 months ago
6. The Fountainhead
Our best work comes from our basest desires. People do what they feel like doing. Strip away the fake morals, the shallow altruism of “second-handers,” and the prison of caring what people think you should do with your life and let yourself (and others) do your best, most authentic work. True impact and lasting goodness come from a central purpose in the individual.
When working with people, discover their most core desires and liberate them to create. As a result, they will do their best work, they will love it, you will love it, and it will be beautiful, and everyone will love it.
2 months ago
a person's footprints in the sand near the ocean
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2 months ago
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a view of a mountain range from a distance
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2 months ago
Night of our moon
This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
This world is a game of do or die
We refuse to see the tears as the children, they cry
We don't even stop to ask ourselves why
It's not that we're mean, we simply know not how to be so kind
And the moon rises over the rye
Eerily kissing the twilight goodbye
the moon rising over the rye
Blue skies are for the eagles wings
and sometimes, when the moon is up,the wind only seems to sing
of how, come dawn, the skies are free
it's beauty is shared by you and me
And the moon's disappearing into a blue sky
granting the eagles the freedom to fly
the moon disappearing into our blue sky
We have all had our share of sorrow and pain
Without this, may I ask you, would you really be sane
and though it is sad to see our loved ones leave
you'd be blind not to see how through
darkness the moon's light does weave
And as we look to the moon we're in tears
as we remember good times and past years
looking to the moonlight in tears
We have made it through the day, the moon is now in sight
Come now children, you've all been wronged
and you know this in the night
You ponder of how in the day the wrong could seem so right
You ignorance betrayed you, and did you really think
there could be a shadow not cast by light
And the moon comes to us in the night
through darkness comes hope with its pale silver light
the moon is with you in the night
Now it may just be me, but man,it seems, is overrated
But to you I'm a child, and so the poet has overstated
As you turn away from the truth, you cast your own shadow of doubt
And as you are engulfed in its darkness, your denial it echoed in shout
And as we watch the shadows dance on an eerie moonlit night
No longer ignorant, but innocent, no longer wrong nor right
Our lives had seemed so hollow, here their only an illusion
The wind is calling out my name. End of poem, my last conclusion
2 months ago
Free or Not?
Shackles of a broken love, loosen and drop from my soul
Give me the freedom I've yearned for to fully make me whole
Allow me to search within myself with the ability to find
A love that doesn't hurt my heart nor destroy my mind
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and let not time pass me by
For so long I have accepted a cloudiness in my space
No more shall endure such pain, for this I shall erase
The time has come for me to make a new change in my life
Questions and answers being sought, appears before my eyes
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and live a joyful peaceful life.
I choose to embrace peace and happiness within my inner soul
Thanking you for strengthening me and loosening up this hold
Sometimes it may take time for a broken love to heal
But, only if I keep the faith, will a true love be revealed
It's being free to love me, to love myself and I
Time to me is of the essence and it will not pass me by
Shackles of a broken love, loosen and drop from my soul
Give me the freedom I've yearned for to fully make me whole
Allow me to search within myself with the ability to find
A love that doesn't hurt my heart nor destroy my mind
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and let not time pass me by
For so long I have accepted a cloudiness in my space
No more shall endure such pain, for this I shall erase
The time has come for me to make a new change in my life
Questions and answers being sought, appears before my eyes
I want to be free, just me, myself and I
I want to be free, and live a joyful peaceful life.
I choose to embrace peace and happiness within my inner soul
Thanking you for strengthening me and loosening up this hold
Sometimes it may take time for a broken love to heal
But, only if I keep the faith, will a true love be revealed
It's being free to love me, to love myself and I
Time to me is of the essence and it will not pass me by
2 months ago
Gagosian is pleased to announce "In Search of Light," an exhibition of new works by Rick Lowe, opening at the gallery in Gstaad on December 21: https://t.co/f5j81sR5gS https://t.co/wXcEonuKxc
2 months ago
Writing well: choosing the right words
- Avoid at all costs the cliches of the thousands of writers who have gone before you.
- When you’re choosing words and stringing them together, be aware of how they sound.
- Use words you enjoy and that are vivid.
- Know the subtle differences between synonyms and which one best expresses what you want to say.
- Use the words that have precise meanings rather than those that are vague.