the preciousness of light

I wonder if it is too late to take up painting 

A new trick for an old dog 

No teacher, no rules 

Just canvas and paint 

Why not 

I am an old man 

And it is deep in winter 

James Lee Jobe 

Protest beyond the law is not a departure from democracy; it is absolutely essential to it. 

Howard Zinn

The snake bit me on the hand 

And the surgeon cut off my arm

At the elbow, such is poison 

Slowly my forearm and hand regrew 

Complete with the same scars 

That were there before 

Isn’t life something 

James Lee Jobe 

Willie Dixon - I'm Nervous

What good things will you put into what you make, regardless of what you’re making? You can be a shoemaker or a poet, but when you really think about it, it becomes no longer a task or a job but a vocation that is invested with a spiritual intention.

Ocean Vuong, “Why Buddhist Poet Ocean Vuong Practices a Death Meditation”

It is a precious thing, the light. Like a jewel that brings us comfort, or Christ's halo. Like first greens of spring after the bitter passing of a hard winter. A mother's smile. A precious thing. Or so we tell ourselves, waiting alone in the darkness for the return of morning. Waiting for the wonderful light.

Jame Lee Jobe 

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