The Hammock Papers: Forever.

30 January 2023

Forever.

Manet, Luncheon on the Grass, 1862

I WISH LUNCH COULD LAST FOREVER

The place down the block,

The one with no clock

Covert rendezvous with you at the usual time

I savor the scent

Of the fish on the grill

Life's so spicy up on bar-be -q-hill

Lookin' good, you look so fine

Waiter, bring us one more bottle of wine

I wish lunch could last forever

Make the whole day one big afternoon

We'll begin with dessert, a little coconut tart

Tastes as sweet as a piece of your heart

Cafe au lait beneath the Paris moon

Don't hide you eyes just wear your disguise

Brazil's in the air I swear it feels like Mardi Gras time

I savor the scent love that Anik Goutal

As we walk in time to the cathedral bell

I wish lunch could last forever

Make the whole day a first time love affair

We'll begin with a kiss, such a warm place to start

Let me into your life, let me into your heart

Mea culpa, mea culpa carnival's in the air

Jimmy Buffett

Thank you, Dr. Richardson

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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