"It aint no joke, either.
But literature comes from life."
~ Mer Loleil

"It terrified me to have an idea
That was solely mine
To be no longer a part of my mind, but totally public."
~ Maya Lin

"A doctor can bury his mistakes
But an architect can only advise his clients
To plant vines."
~ Frank Lloyd Wright

"Always design a thing by considering
Its next larger context ~

A chair in a room, a room in a house, a house in an environment,
An environment in a city plan."
~ Eero Saarinen

VIRGINIA H HOOPER
Born  Sep 1955
401 34TH ST
NEW YORK, NY   (212) 684-2921

You betcha!

I can't remember my New Year's resolution and it's only day four!

I should have written it down before I drank all that champagne!

Double-A

"Rick [Bragg] was in New Orleans doing a feature story
for the New York Times and was interviewing
an elderly black lady in the ghettos
who had just lost her grandson
due to a senseless shooting. He described how
the little boy's 'Dr. Seuss' books just dropped
to the ground and the grandson died
looking up at his grandmother with a shocked expression,
unable to speak a word.

When the interview was over, the grandmother thanked
Mr. Bragg for taking the time to write
about her grandson.

Rick said that his normal reply to such a response
from someone consumed with grief
is simply to say Thank You and leave.
But in this instance he replied,

'Why in the world do you want to thank me?
All I have done is to scribble a few notes.
Your grandson is gone forever
and you are the one who will live with his loss
for the rest of your life.'

The grandmother replied
by showing him a few carefully folded clippings
from New Orleans newspapers.
The little pieces of paper, coldly and briefly,
reported the story of her grandson's tragic death.

Then the grandmother said to Rick Bragg,

'You sees, sir, if it ain't writ down,
peoples forgets.'"
~ Tex Atkinson

"New Year's Chimes

What is the song the stars sing?
(And a million songs are as song of one)
This is the song the stars sing:
(Sweeter song's none)

One to set, and many to sing,
(And a million songs are as song of one)
One to stand, and many to cling,
The many things, and the one Thing,
The one that runs not, the many that run.

The ever new weaveth the ever old,
(And a million songs are as song of one)
Ever telling the never told;
The silver saith, and the said is gold,
And done ever the never done ...

New Year's Chimes

What is the song the stars sing?
...
And the more ample years unfold
(With a million songs as song of one)
A little new of the ever old,
A little told of the never told,
Added act of the never done.

Loud the descant, and low the theme,
(A million songs are as song of one)
And the dream of the world is dream in dream,
But the one Is is, or nought could seem;
And the song runs round to the song begun."
~ Francis Thompson

Twittering one ~ YOU SWALLOW ~ !!!!!