[Image: illustration by George Herriman, for Don Marquis’s archy and mehitabel. And let’s change things up this week by starting with a song, because wotthehell archy wotthehell… Click Play button to begin The Only Joy In Town. While audio is playing, volume control appears at left — a row of little vertical bars. This clip is 5:13 long.]
(Lyrics here.)
From whiskey river:
I had thought joy to be rather synonymous with happiness, but it seems now to be far less vulnerable than happiness. Joy seems to be a part of an unconditional wish to live, not holding back because life may not meet our preferences and expectations. Joy seems to be a function of the willingness to accept the whole, and to show up to meet with whatever is there. It has a kind of invincibility that attachment to any particular outcome would deny us.
(Rachel Naomi Remen [source])
…and:
working it out
(excerpt)once in a dream I saw a snake swallowing its own
tail, it swallowed and swallowed until
it got halfway round, and there it stopped and
there it stayed, it was stuffed with its own
self. some fix, that.
we only have ourselves to go on, and it’s
enough
(Charles Bukowski [source])
