The Hammock Papers: Ray Wylie Hubbard, "Without Love (We're Just Wasting Time)"

04 December 2014

Ray Wylie Hubbard, "Without Love (We're Just Wasting Time)"

You are like a flower growin' in the wildwood
Bringing pleasure to the eyes
I am like a river after a rainstorm
Ragin' away too fast to die
You are a flower, I am a river
Without love we're both just a wastin' time.

You are like a rainbow spread against a blue sky
Sunrise is your next of kin
I am like a whirlwind roaring across the desert
The kind some hope to never see again
You are a rainbow, I am a whirlwind
Without love we're both just a wastin' time.

You are like a diamond shining in the sunlight
Sparklin' and precious to see
I am like a drifter always going some place
I never get to where I'm supposed to be
You are a diamond, I am a drifter
Without love we're both just a wastin' time.

You are like a prayer rising up to heaven
Pleasing the one upon who you call
I am like a scarecrow alone in the distance
Close by, there are those who would see me fall
You are a prayer, I am a scarecrow
Without love we're both just a wastin' time.

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MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL