| The first excerpt represents the past or something you must release, and is drawn from One Basket by Edna Ferber: "The section of the bluff overlooking the river," he explained,
"is full of natural hazards, besides having a really fine
view."
Chippewa--or that comfortable, middle-class section of it which
got its exercise walking home to dinner from the store at noon,
and cutting the grass evenings after supper--laughed as it read
this interview in the Chippewa Eagle.
"A golf course," they repeated to one another, grinning.
"Conklin's cow pasture, up the river. It's full of
natural--wait a minute--what was?--oh, yeh, here it is--hazards.
Full of natural hazards. Say, couldn't you die!"
One Basket |
The second excerpt represents the present or the deciding factor of the moment, and is drawn from Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs: half cut through and left hanging about fifty feet higher up.
Thus Tarzan blazed the forest trails and marked his caches.
As Kulonga continued his journey Tarzan closed on him
until he traveled almost over the black's head. His rope he
now held coiled in his right hand; he was almost ready for
the kill.
The moment was delayed only because Tarzan was anxious to
ascertain the black warrior's destination, and presently he
was rewarded, for they came suddenly in view of a great
clearing, at one end of which lay many strange lairs.
Tarzan was directly over Kulonga, as he made the discovery.
Tarzan of the Apes |
The third excerpt represents the future or something you must embrace, and is drawn from Poems of William Blake by William Blake: A land of sorrows & of tears where never smile was seen.
She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark, listning
Dolors & lamentations: waiting oft beside the dewy grave
She stood in silence, listning to the voices of the ground,
Till to her own grave plot she came, & there she sat down.
And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit.
Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction?
Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile!
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn,
Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie!
Or an Eye of gifts & graces showring fruits & coined gold!
Poems of William Blake |
