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Fred-is-Will

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About Me

"The searcher is driven toward the object of his search, not by achievement or rightness of life. Looking for something, he is indifferent to much else; having few conventional expectations and no regrets, he often seems to wander and drift. He is equally at home by himself and with others. The passage of time is of no great importance. Neither is the logic of a life's progress. The searcher will look here, there, elsewhere. Finding, or failing to find, what he is looking for, the searcher will keep looking for something. There is no deadline for the inquiry, no finish line." PAUL ELIE

My Interests

All that is inside and evolving in Loren Eisely's The Invisible Pyramid...

I'd like to meet:

Flannery O'Connor Walker Percy Ray Bradbury Isaac Asimov

Movies:

Fiddler on the Roof; Space Odyssey; West Side Story; The English Patient; Hamlet; The Samurai; Chaplin's classics

Television:

Only the specials...overall, it's still an Idiot Box.

Books:

Loren Eisely's works; Alan Watts' writings; Will Durant's philosophy opus; Will Shakespeare; Robert Frost's poetry; Carl Sagan's work; Isaac Asimov sci-fi; and best of all, Ray Bradbury's creative flights. add the light touches of Garrison Keilor, Andy Rooney.

Heroes:

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin Henry David Thoreau Dorothy Day

My Blog

Father and Son

Father and Son:Modern Proverbs--Part OneIConsider no man alivewho nurtures not withinhis child at fiveIIA penny saved is a penny earnedonly if leverage you have learnedIIIThere are more passions in a ...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:54:00 PST

Dawn Sky

I rose at dawn today as usualto sit in silence outsideonly to be floodedby silver white shine of the full moondescending to the west.Captured, captivatedby this caress,I stood and gazed,light of body ...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Wed, 23 Jan 2008 04:59:00 PST

Will Blogs Topple The Tyrant Tower?

The bullies in Burma have dug in.bolting the gates in their fortress of fear;Their bluster, in weapons' firing pin,is click nervous as marchers draw near.Now deaf to reason and blind to tears,their ty...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Thu, 04 Oct 2007 12:46:00 PST

To the Bullies in Burma

How now, silly scared boys, you standadamant as one pointed phalanx of fear,the closed fist of your demandfor us to meekly run and scatter.We came together here to touchyour hardened hearts, to reachy...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Mon, 01 Oct 2007 06:09:00 PST

Eros

A Body's cravingfor a Spirit's yearning?For Soul to soarfree within its core?OrMarvel of a metaphor?portal to a paradiseto explore?OrHallucinogen hallowed, hardlyheavenly nor heart's hearth,hopeless h...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Wed, 19 Sep 2007 04:03:00 PST

I Chance Upon Your Book Today

I chance upon your book today(which I sent for you to write on).I open it, eager to read thereonall what you truly want to say.So pleased to find your pearls, my dear.(precious, pure, and rare in afte...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Sun, 16 Sep 2007 04:56:00 PST

Her Society

The soul selects her own society,says my terse, true poet Emily. My beloved, she keeps a companyof charmed courtiers: poets, artists,thinkers, adventurers in the seaof art, of knowledge, of all lists...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Tue, 11 Sep 2007 01:41:00 PST

A Death That Makes No Sense

Some lives are ended. Some just end.Some deaths make sense.Others stun reason;Make minds bend.An invisible gate when open,brings surprise so sudden;But when bidden brings,delivers definite deletion.I...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Mon, 10 Sep 2007 12:52:00 PST

Birth of the Winged Child

To all my friends here:    You may have noticed during the past month that in 'Status' I posted some extreme mood swings--from 'ecstatic' to  'depressed'.  Normal, par for the...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Tue, 28 Aug 2007 04:07:00 PST

A Farewell to Mubeena

If your silence be that of scorn--- what of that? The promised sun which climbed one early morn but fell to midnight before it was noon will rise again and again and again till my hope is blasted a...
Posted by Fred-is-Will on Fri, 07 Sep 2007 06:43:00 PST