Home. The word circled comfortably in my mouth like bubble gum, swished around sweetly soft and satisfying. Home. Try saying it aloud to yourself. Home. Isn’t it like taking a bite of something lovely? If only we could eat words.
Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 93
We shook hands. Norm’s hand felt like salted mackerel. Our brief interaction had put him in a talkative mood. “There’s no business like shoe business,” he uttered with a death rattle laugh, heh heh, peering at me sideways like a depraved cherub as he droned on and on about the good old days in the shoe business, the bonus money and the belles whose stockinged ankles he fondled when he could still get a boner … but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about Luke Soloman, Luke Soloman, Luke Soloman. Who was this character?
Source: Beginner's Luke: Book I of the Beginner's Luke Series, Pages: 38
I was filled with longing for joyful permanent fixations, and insight, for play and a secular individualism, a spiritual life and some unnameable opportunity like a right I vaguely remembered and couldn't get purchase on. It was no good. It took me years and one mistake after another to realize this and even then I simply got washed out, put aside I didn't really learn a lesson. I know it's not so much the mistakes not the divisions, or cultural impediments, the threats and isolation techniques we run on each other it's the heart. My father went to his grave unchanged. So did Poe. And beautiful Anna Karenina. And Ovid. Consuela Concepcion, too, my piano teacher. They say in the end Mussolini was so terrified his mind seized and he couldn't speak. He sat there swelled-up and bug-eyed. This is not it. Or anyone drowning or lurching from the fire shrieking he didn't want this to happen. There is so much gibberish. And imprecision. No wonder we lock in. Like you, I get scared. I used to go to my friend's house, sink into the old sofa on his back porch and read all day. His family and the ducks and dogs would pass by, let me be - discreet love- I'd feel safe
Source: "Honesty" - see http://www.nortonpoets.com/ex/smithcheroin.htm
It's not a single idea, but many ideas and attitudes, including a reverence for nature and a preference for country life; a desire for maximum personal self-reliance and creative leisure; a concern for family nurture and community cohesion; a certain hostility toward luxury; a belief that the primary reward of work should be well-being rather than money; a certain nostalgia for the supposed simplicities of the past and an anxiety about the technological and bureaucratic complexities of the present and the future; and a taste for the plain and functional.
Source: Countryside Magazine and Small Stock Journal – Philosophy