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Golden Bees of Meaning
Last night I dreamed — blessed illusion —
that I had a beehive here
in my heart
and that the golden bees were making
white combs and sweet honey
from my old failures.
— Antonio Machado, transl. Robert Bly
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“I work at being good. Mine is not a natural talent, a great talent. Mine is an earned talent. I want to be good, and I get to be good through hard work and good luck and the aid of others. But Tennessee [Williams] was a bolt of lightning, a mountain, a blooming tree of immense size….Now, the man could not dress himself properly — nothing much matched. The man had trouble handling a tray in a cafeteria…But then he’d sit down and that mighty talent would flow on the page, and it was genius…
— Katharine Hepburn on Tennessee Williams
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Sometimes I think there is a big underground stream. And that underground stream is hidden beneath the surface of things. And finding that stream is like finding the deep place where life flows that Rilke spoke about. And in a way we all want the deep place where life flows.
— Jon Wilson
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