INT. HOWARD'S OFFICETry to catch it if you can. Oh yeah, and Rand herself wrote the screenplay. (Good thing she didn't compromise and let a pro screenwriter do it.)
Howard looks emotionlessly at a model of a building he has designed. It is a beautiful building that no one could possibly understand.
I am pushing the boundry of architecture to its limit.
You can't do it! Give in to the masses! Stop trying to create something new and vital!
But this is modern. Form must follow function.
You're insane! They'll kill you because of your ideas! Compromise! Compromise!
People should not work for the common good but for themselves. I am the greatest architect who ever lived.
by Bert Meyers
Birds drip from the trees.
The moon's a little goat
over there on the hill;
dawn, as blue as her milk,
fills the sky's tin pail.
The air's so cold as a gas station
glitters in an ice-cube.
The freeway hums like a pipe
when the water's on.
Streetlights turn off their dew.
The sun climbs down from a roof,
stops by a house and strikes
its long match on a wall,
takes out a ring of brass keys
and opens every door.
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
From Sept.13 to 17 in downtown Santa Rosa, Tibetan Buddhist monks will painstakingly create the complex Mandala of Compassion in sand. On the fifth day, the finished work will be swept away in a ceremony symbolizing the impermanence of all things. The event is a benefit for The Monastery Project, a volunteer organization based in Sebastopol planning to build a monastery in Kathmandu next year.she added, "That's the coolest thing ever." yep.
Let me gaze, gaze forever
into that single, vaguely violet eye:
my fingertips dilate
the veiled pupil circumscribed
by crescent leaves of metal
overlapping, fine as foil, and oiled.
Let me walk, walk with its weight
as telling as gold, declaring
precious works packed tight:
the air is light,
all light, pure light alive
with the possibility of capture.
Let all, all be still until
the cleaver falls: I become female,
having sealed secure
in the quick clicked womb of utter black, bright semen
of a summer day, coiled fruit
of my eyes' axed rapture.
- John Updike