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**The Art of the Novel**,
::TribalTique::,
A Tribe For Philosophy,
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arabic arabe 'arabe !!!,
Argentine Tango,
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B&W Photography,
bay area live music,
Bellydance,
Berkeley,
Berkeley-Oakland Singles,
Blues,
Cafe Van Kleef,
Cat People,
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December 14, 2005
Tea inspires faith in a mutlitude of ways. He is gentle, kind, patient, sexy, interesting, pondiferous (I made that up, he thinks about stuff) strong, talented, ironic and appreciative. He really *is* a sensualist.
I count myself lucky to have made it this far along and stayed close. Lucky him, Lucky me.
Pet the Lion. He will ~~~~puurrrrrrr.....~~~
December 13, 2005
tarik is a dear man, well actually, a camel man.
america is lucky to have this product of tea, old man tobacco and sand.
if you catch him alone in a dark room staring at a candle please don't disturb him - he might be about to figure it all out. and besides, he startles easily.
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"I'm bound to get lucky baby, or I'm bound to die trying."
Bob Dylan
"I must create a system or be enslaved by another man's."
W. Blake
"the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the middle centerlight pop and everybody goes 'AWWW!' "
Jack K.
".. Let us once lose our oaths to find ourselves,
or else we lose ourselves to keep our oaths."
W. Shakespeare
"They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself."
Andy Warhol
“The unexamined life is not worth living for man.”
Socrates
“Still we live meanly, like ants”
H. D. Thoreau
"I want to say words that flame
as I say them, but I keep quiet and don't try
to make both worlds fit in one mouthful..."
Rumi
"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is: infinite.
For man has closed himself up, till he sees all things thro' narrow chinks of his cavern. "
W. Blake
"Do I dare
Disturb the universe?"
T.S. Eliot
“..There would still remain the never-resting mind,
So that one would want to escape, come back
To what had been so long composed.
The imperfect is our paradise.
Note that, in this bitterness, delight,
Since the imperfect is so hot in us,
Lies in flawed words and stubborn sounds.”
Wallace Stevens
“Freedom is poetry, taking liberties with words, breaking the rules of normal speech, violating common sense.”
Norman O. Brown
"Vain hopes are often like the dreams of those who wake."
Quintilian
"Life's so different than it is in your dreams."
Tom Waits
"To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour."
W. Blake
"If only one might create the future after one's own heart --for a little pure truth, a little unflinching application of simple truth to life, the heart cried out ceaselessly."
D.H. Lawrence
"And so I dare to hope,
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first
I came among these hills; when like a roe
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams,
Wherever nature led -more like a man
Flying from something that he dreads than one
Who sought the thing he loved."
William Wordsworth
"Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth
A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud
Enveloping the Earth -
And from the soul itself must there be sent
A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth,
Of all sweet sounds the life and element!"
Sam Coleridge
"You can muffle the drum, and you can loosen the strings of the lyre, but who shall command the skylark not to sing?"
Gibran Khalil Gibran
“You have to tackle all this while knowing that these are, really, questions about who you are, and who you will become.”
Hanif Kureishi
"Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."
Dylan Thomas
"..I believed in my heart in monsters."
Guillermo Del Toro
"Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind."
Virginia Woolf
"... I do not weep at the world—I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife."
Zora Neale Hurston
"In the world in which I travel, I'm endlessly creating myself."
Frantz Fanon
"What we play is life."
Louis Armstrong
about me
Thoughtful, impetuous, and speciously seductive. An infusion of herbs and spices. Sings in the shower. Flirts shamelessly. Addicted to movies and Indian food. Recently learned how to Salsa. There is a shelf of books in my room that I still haven't read. Sometimes I like to see my adulterated reflection in the eyes of a stranger. I collect cheap books, post cards, and fortune-cookie quotes. I misplaced my ten-year-plan after the beach party. I have green eyes and a white ass. I know someone is rotting in their cubical, and I'm glad it's not me. I try to fit my thoughts into a tight straightjacket of words. My heart is rusty but open. My smile is irony. You cannot easily lable me. Labels work better for tea bags than they do for people. Even tea is more than a fancy package, a name, an item on a lonely shelf in the supermarket. Mmmmmm, tea. The supple flavor, the rich warm liquid caressing your tongue. Let seep for five minutes in boiling water, then enjoy.
" A liar should have a good memory."
Quintilian (A.D. c. 35–A.D. c. 95)
Mon, June 23, 2008 - 6:12 PM
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On the shelf, over the rind and dust
of old mahogany, the books
are pressed tightly against me.
You overlook me at first. Glance away; but
your eyes wander back, eventually.
Remove me from the sober row.
Peel the first layer, the tattered cover, open.
There is no table of contents -only the
names of chapters. Don't mind the burgundy
stain on the title page. Though ruddy, it’s long
dried. Was it wine or paint-trickles? Either way,
it’s not cavernous ...
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Wed, August 22, 2007 - 6:00 PM
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Goodbye Tribe
(blog entry)
I'll be on facebook ( www.facebook.com/profile.php if you want to find me.
and my new e-mail is freetarik@gmail.com
This Book
(blog entry)
On the shelf, over the rind and dust
of old mahogany, the books
are pressed tightly against me.
You overlook me at first. Glance away; but
your eyes wander back, eventually.
Remove me from the sober row.
Peel the first...
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"Quiet" by Rachael Yamagata
(blog entry)
Baby says I can't come with him
And I had read all of this in his eyes
Long before he even said so
Why go, I asked
You know and I know why
And it'll be just as quiet when I leave
As it was when I first got here
I don't expect anythin...
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Poetry from Guantánamo Bay
(blog entry)
The Waste Land: Declassified poetry from Guantánamo Bay
BY Ken Silverstein
PUBLISHED January 23, 2007 Harpers Magazine
Jumah al-Dossari, originally from Bahrain, was seized by Pakistani security forces in late 2001 and turned over to th...
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no reason
(blog entry)
There is no reason. Keep what you will miss.
The heart knows only unending rhythm. A kiss.
A storm, a soft wind, then death. Let go of the rest.
Moon light over rivers, dancers in bliss,
the smiles of strangers -they cannot change this.
No...
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