Mr. Kraft does life

These sounds emote deeply.

“Style is the answer to everything.
A fresh way to approach a dull or dangerous thing
To do a dull thing with style is preferable to doing a dangerous thing without it
To do a dangerous thing with style is what I call art

Bullfighting can be an art
Boxing can be an art
Loving can be an art
Opening a can of sardines can be an art

Not many have style
Not many can keep style
I have seen dogs with more style than men,
although not many dogs have style.
Cats have it with abundance.

When Hemingway put his brains to the wall with a shotgun,
that was style.
Or sometimes people give you style
Joan of Arc had style
John the Baptist
Jesus
Socrates
Caesar
García Lorca.

I have met men in jail with style.
I have met more men in jail with style than men out of jail.
Style is the difference, a way of doing, a way of being done.
Six herons standing quietly in a pool of water,
or you, naked, walking out of the bathroom without seeing me.”

― Charles Bukowski

This too, shall pass.  All of this.  Body, too.

Oh, but how to pick and choose?

Books and films; more than I could ever digest.

Forests, fields, deserts, mountains, cities, oceans.

Paths, roads, tracks, trails and highways.

So much skin, so many lips, legs, cheeks, and fingers.

Friends, lovers, teachers, artists.

What ever could be such a thing as boredom?

Squeezing and drinking the juice of this life piques my deepening fascinations and interests.  I am overwhelmed with abundance, ever-present, everywhere. Gratitude.  Learning to stop grasping.