Only connect...

Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer. —E.M. Forster

That’s what E.M. Forster said on the first page in Howards End.

And at the Introduction by Benjamin DeMott… “the only living novelist who can be read again and again and who, after each reading, give me… the sensation of having learned something.”

E.M. Forster is not the easiest author to adapt to the screen as so much is left unsaid. The plot itself was always of secondary import to Forster, a Fabian who truly was a social commentator. 

It’s bluebells season in Vancouver now! Remind me so much about a scene in the 1992 film Howards End by Ivory and Merchant when Samuel West character Leonard Bast walking right out of London into a bluebells wood. 

I learned to love the bluebells.  

Edward Morgan Forster January 1, 1879 — June 7, 1970

Springtime in Vancouver

Every year in spring, Vancouver hosts the most stunning flower show on earth.

love maps

I love maps, of all kinds, practical maps on road trips, treasure maps, historical maps, National Geographic maps, fictional maps in books like The Hobbit, etc., and these, just gift wrapping papers from art supplies shop, recently caught my eye.

Hans Blomquist

I once had had a thought
About a thought I once had had
About whether it was natural
For nature to seem so natural,
Whether there was a Man in the Sun
Who steadied the sun with levers,
Pulleys, and gears, and if so whether
He ever managed not to be there ...
—Rowan Ricardo Philips

Van Cliburn - Tchaikovsky Piano Concerto No. 1, B-flat minor

1934-7-12 — 2013-2-27

Life is art all the time

be audacious, take risks in various aspects of live.
observe everything, possibilities everywhere, taking in information that becomes fodder for creative expression.
passions, motivated to act from some internal desire, rather than a desire for external reward or recognition. 
daydream, may seem mindless, but the best ideas come seemingly out of the blue when our minds are elsewhere.
ask questions, look at the world around us and ask why, and how.

e.e.cummings

" sweet spring is your
time is my time is our
time for springtime is lovetime
and viva sweet love"

(all the merry little birds are
flying in the floating in the
very spirits singing in
are winging in the blossoming)

lovers go and lovers come

awandering awondering

but any two are perfectly

alone there’s nobody else alive

(such a sky and such a sun

i never knew and neither did you

and everybody never breathed

quite so many kinds of yes)

not a tree can count his leaves

each herself by opening

but shining who by thousands mean

only one amazing thing

(secretly adoring shyly

tiny winging darting floating

merry in the blossoming

always joyful selves are singing)

“sweet spring is your

time is my time is our

time for springtime is lovetime

and viva sweet love”
                  — e.e.cummings

Edward Estlin Cummings October 14, 1894 — September 3, 1962