Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms
Strong and content I travel the open road.
Walt Whitman
Little Bee: Killing me softly with her song.
“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is no new road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.”
- D.H. Lawrence
Trust me. Buy it.
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Formless Form
When one has reached maturity in the art, one
will have a formless form. It is like ice dissolving in
water. When one has no form, one can be all forms;
when one has no style, he can fit in with any style.
--Bruce Lee via @SistaNative
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Duke Kahanamoku
"The act of riding a wave on a wooden board can be traced back 3000 years to Western Polynesia. There is no record of when stand-up surfing became a sport. Historians know that during the fifteenth century, kings, queens and people of the Sandwich Isles were involved in the sport of "he'enalu" or wave-sliding, in old Hawaiian,. "He'e" means to change from a solid form to a liquid form and "nalu" refers to the surfing motion of a wave.
Duke Kahanamoku was a Waikiki beach boy who by 1905 was breaking swimming world records. In 1912 he represented the United States swimming team in Stockholm, and won several gold medals. Duke traveled the world spreading the Aloha spirit and introducing surfing to countries like New Zealand and Australia."
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