12.06.2014

Origin


All the deepest magics are bred upon the hearth.

Warm brick and whistling kettles,
story-tongued salamanders leaping to climb chimney walls
only to fall back down as crumbling soot,

Almost before they have driven us
out of Dark and into Dream
guiding here and there by rough words, few, unsteady, and dim.

Tomorrow, behind porridge gently steaming in the pale dawn,
a bitterer curse may brew;
and all day the evening meal will muse upon the spit.










11.04.2014

Thoughts on Creativity

Two pieces I feel are worth passing along.

First, the inestimable John Cleese:



Second, this from screenwriter Shonda Rhimes via Zen Pencils (follow link for full size):