Crikey! I’ve lost my mojo!
—-Austin Powers, The Spy Who Shagged Me
Micro Macro Mojo, Sculpture by Ed Carpenter, Richardson, Texas
Crikey! I’ve Lost My mojo!
Tag Archives: Texas
Afternoon at the Brewery
“Never underestimate how much assistance, how much satisfaction, how much comfort, how much soul and transcendence there might be in a well-made taco and a cold bottle of beer.”
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
Four Corners Brewery, Dallas, Texas
Four Corners
Why Would You Row A Boat Race?
“I have never heard anyone profess indifference to a boat race. Why should you row a boat race? Why endure long months of pain in preparation of a fierce half hour, or even six minutes, that will leave you all but dead? Does anyone ask the question? Is there anyone who would not go through all its costs, and more, for the moment when anguish breaks into triumph – or even for the glory of having nobly lost? Is life less than a boat race? If a man will give all the blood in his body to win the one, will he not spend all the might of his soul to prevail in the other?”
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Dawn, Bachman Lake, Dallas, Texas
Let Me Embrace Thee, Sour Adversity
Let me embrace thee, sour adversity, for wise men say it is the wisest course.
—-William Shakespeare, The Third part of King Henry the Sixth
Grapevine, Texas
Pay No Worship to the Garish Sun
“When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night
And pay no worship to the garish sun.”
― Romeo and Juliet
Grapevine, Texas
Grow Wings As Ministering Angels
“The mother-women seemed to prevail that summer at Grand Isle. It was easy to know them, fluttering about with extended, protecting wings when any harm, real or imaginary, threatened their precious brood. They were women who idolized their children, worshiped their husbands, and esteemed it a holy privilege to efface themselves as individuals and grow wings as ministering angels.”
― The Awakening
Dallas, Texas
Constant and Unending Euphoria
“Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.”
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Back side of bronze, Grapevine, Texas
But the Fighter Still Remains
In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev’ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
“I am leaving, I am leaving”
But the fighter still remains—-Simon & Garfunkle, The Boxer
Grapevine, Texas
The Color Of Love And Spanish Mysteries
“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
― On the Road
Water Tower, Grapevine, Texas
The Dawn Remaking the World
“Veil after veil of thin dusky gauze is lifted, and by degrees the forms and colours of things are restored to them, and we watch the dawn remaking the world in its antique pattern.”
― The Picture of Dorian Gray
A duck at dawn, Bachman Lake, Dallas, Texas
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