Wisdom of Watkins – 1

Do you just not want to kiss some?

“Most I don’t want to kiss, If I could fuck girls and not kiss them, It’ll be great; Because I only enjoy doing it with someone I like. Me and you are talking all our sadness out this weekend – Every day is our weekend. We both need it.” – Watkins, On Me and You.

Despite our feelings, we divest ourselves. We give in reluctantly and it’s like screeching tires as the brakes are slammed, and with all the signs of danger, we just shirk a little as if it’s nails on a chalkboard-Even though we’re headed for a pileup.

 

Quotes for Quenching – 29

“When to say what’s on your mind can haunt your soul till the end if you wait too long”

You’ve always got deep things to say, and words to speak, but feeling out the right time to let them loose is not easy.
You can’t plan the right time, you can only become aware that it is now, and that’s usually when the trigger must be pulled.

Come on, get up to it! Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts – You’ve been waiting for this conversation for years it seems; Who knows when or if it will ever come around again.

And don’t just go saying everything that comes into your head. Breathe in and out with a steady flow. You can speak in a calm manner if you’re patient with yourself. Don’t let the train leave without you either. That would be an unfortunate regret.

Quotes for Quenching – 29 – The Act

“Human beings are by nature actors, who cannot become something until first they have pretended to be it. They are therefore not to be divided into the hypocritical and the sincere, but into the sane, who know they are acting, and the mad who do not.” – W. H. Auden.

Remember: Beneath the surface is calm, it is in line; because the act is all there is. Whatever is projected, is put forth, is everything.

It becomes a multifaceted endeavor. Not what you are capable of, but what are you willing to risk, to know, to forget, to lose, to discover. Would you wager your sanity – If that could even be said to be had? We are actors first. Before we were anything we had to conceive of it, and thus think it before we became. And now the question is do you want funny?

Let’s be serious. Oh, that isn’t humor. A few moments of silence start running through your head. Now you want to get loud. You start questioning the method. Self doubt will tear you apart. Do you have anything in you at all? Does that question scare you? Forget fear so I can ask the only thing that matters: Can you stand the act? Because if you can’t – You do not have to stay. You can leave at any time. And I don’t mean stand up and walk out, so know this: You have to be one person when you wake up in the morning. And this is the act.

The hand that shook yesterday does no more.

Quotes for Quenching – 27 – On Daring

“For me, exploration was a personal venture.
I did not go to the Arabian Desert to collect plants nor to make a map;
such things were incidental. At heart I knew that to write or even to talk of
my travels was to tarnish the achievement.
I went there to find peace in the hardship of desert travel and
the company of desert peoples…It is not the goal but the way there that matters,
and the harder the way the more worthwhile the journey.” —Wilfred Thesiger

I won’t speak of the things I’m doing – I’ll leave it at a few deep breaths.
Much adversity lies ahead, and that’s okay because I’ve got a good head.

Savoir faire – This is me. I can produce what you need in any occasion.
You need a story to lift your spirits higher than what you’re drinking?
I will go into the heart of darkness to retrieve it from the maws of chaos.
Not far enough for you? Not daring enough? I will close my eyes
And walk across the universe – When I return I’ll tell you what I saw.

I know that eudemonia lies in wait at the end of this heady path,
Sometimes we’re going forward, other times around and then back;
No worries we’re going exactly where we must to carve our way.
Pick up your andreia; Polish it, you’ll wear it with your chest proud.
Do not run from what you know is true in your heart,
do not hide what you know with what you feel – This is sin qua non!
Keep desire in step with thumos – To the best of your skill let them run.

Quotes for Quenching – 26

“Men always want to be a woman’s first love; women like to be a man’s last romance.” —Oscar Wilde

I told her she best assure herself that nails will be enough,
Because a lock on the casket would never keep me inside
Of course we both laugh because if they were to close it,
I probably would be too late to the event to actually be inside
She told me to just bury everything, knowing I’m too busy;
Too busy to ever have the time to sort out who gets what.
She likes it that way, knowing that no one else will have it
Sure they might get pieces, but they will never get all of it.
I’m always laughing because there never really was much.

A woman’s voice crosses the empty floor space of a dim room,
“His passion was everything. It ran deep, cut hard through rock,
and penetrated me like a .357 revolver.”

Who are you telling?

I always told her she was the desert oasis, sheltering – but elusive.
And without its gifts, impending doom out in the heat would be less bearable

Reveal yourself only to those who cross the sands

To him I was that endless flow after you’d gone dry too long;
And although you’re desiccated,
If one drop could be squeezed from you;
It’s me – the only material fluid still in you – A drink of me

Quotes for Quenching – 25

“I’ve tried every way I could to tell you that I wanted you to kiss me…” – Katherine Mansfield, from Something Childish & Other Stories

Be your cool self; At times when you’re hot you’re too much.
Too much, but it’s perfect because I want to burst wide open.
I want to explode with the fullness, I want to boil over with it.
I want you running down my sides like rain on window panes
And stick to me for the length water adhesion holds it to glass,

She wanted to hold my hand
but only for a night.
I knew that look in her eyes.
I wore it all the time;
That’s lust for the experience
Truthfully, most nights
I wore only skin to feel bare
Baring fangs to pierce
She was not a familiar taste
It propelled me inward
I couldn’t extinguish a light so pure
Against my nature I ran
If I was going to go somewhere
It’d be my own disaster

Stop and get a watermelon on the way.
Pick a good one because the sweetness will make the surprise that much better.
Do you know how to pick a good one?
You want to put your ear to it, like soft ground, listening for the whispers of promise.
Place your palm firm against the flesh,
Now press your finger tips in with enough grip to start leaving your prints upon it.
From here you want to slowly move your hand away; go ahead and give it a good slap
That sound gets everyone a little piqued.

Where are you going?
Why do you have to always be moving?
You can rest and not be considered dead!
I had to leave, how many times have I left now?

Quotes for Quenching – 24

“And you? When will you begin that long journey into yourself?” – Rumi

And how long? Don’t give me that fool’s gold. How long has it been?

I haven’t been paying much mind of late.

You know it has been a long time.

Can’t you ever leave that silly concept out of this?

And leave out a few of the colors?

You Know that’s not what I meant.

Whether you go by foot, horseback, water, motor or fly, when you step out it’s still goodbye – You make that choice to not be, since your body is there and not here. Even though the age and times have changed, the reality is not any different. We come and go into and out of existences often overlooking the one we should consider deepest.

If you want to stay quiet, you stay quiet – I have things to say though. Now go ahead and let the tea brew how we both like it; Seeped long; If it happens to still be hot when we get to it, we’ll dig the sting.

Quotes for Quenching – 23

“Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite[…]Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.” – John Steinbeck

There were those who asked for my days, some found lost in my face, others demanded my word, but none took my demons besides you. Perhaps this is to say I’ve been sifting through all pouring forth from me like the great Yangtze River delta. It must be that I have within – a vast reserve – as I have yet to be eroded. Will you come to view the canyon it creates?

If at anytime I’ve begun to say too much feel free to use kisses to shut me up, I will appreciate it as you keep me from trailing off.

I don’t worry of such an event. I just keep churning, yesterday which was today, and tomorrow that shall join in, will all run unrestrained into my ocean of experience and become my history. Touch me; Taste me; That is my proof; I have yet to run dry – I’ve run up on shore, but I’ve always found myself afloat not too long after. It was always orchestrated anyways. I don’t do anything without knowing the cost to my character. I’m the fucking captain on this vessel, I’m the king, Yes, I put the crown on – but I don’t look down; Still I’m the king, anything that goes wrong comes out of my pocket. I’m responsible.

Don’t you know? Don’t you know? No one should have to tell you.

Quotes for quenching – 23

“Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite[…]Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man’s importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness, and it sets each man separate from all other men.” – John Steinbeck

There were those who asked for my days, some found lost in my face, others demanded my word, but none took my demons besides you. Perhaps this is to say I’ve been sifting through all pouring forth from me like the great Yangtze River delta. It must be that I have within – a vast reserve – as I have yet to be eroded. Will you come to view the canyon it creates?

If at anytime I’ve begun to say too much feel free to use kisses to shut me up, I will appreciate it as you keep me from trailing off.

I don’t worry of such an event. I just keep churning, yesterday which was today, and tomorrow that shall join in, will all run unrestrained into my ocean of experience and become my history. Touch me; Taste me; That is my proof; I have yet to run dry – I’ve run up on shore, but I’ve always found myself afloat not too long after. It was always orchestrated anyways. I don’t do anything without knowing the cost to my character. I’m the fucking captain on this vessel, I’m the king, Yes, I put the crown on – but I don’t look down; Still I’m the king, anything that goes wrong comes out of my pocket. I’m responsible.

Don’t you know? Don’t you know? No one should have to tell you.