Sunday, December 30, 2012

Ray Bradbury, 1920-2012

There is too much that pretends to be news and what matters is swept aside by what doesn't.  On CBS Sunday Morning we were reminded that Ray Bradbury left us this year.  I can't but wonder, would we have landed exploration vehicles on Mars without his words and visions?  Would we have wanted to or dreamed that we might?

If you are feeling flat or lost or unconnected and have any of his books on your shelves, grab one and open it anywhere.  Or go to Google and find his quotes.  Let them fill you and tell you this life is a both-hands business, no shilly-shallying, no farting about.  We have to throw our arms around it, somehow calm its tentacles and shrill voice and befriend it for the impossible thing it is.  With grateful excess of passion for a man who had no use for lukewarm.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.
Ray Bradbury


susan t. landry said...
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susan t. landry said...

happy new year, friend!

2013 in all it's quirky surreal splendor: may it rain silver & gold, good health, sun-yellowed skies, moon-grey nights upon you...and bless you with 2013 (or more...) large and small gifts.

Marylinn Kelly said...

Susan - Thank you. Bountiful wishes back, including foods safely canned and all that is poetic left intact. Quite a year for you, my friend. May the joy roll on and on. Much love.