Finding A Woman Who Is Ugly Enough

"A couple years ago I read a post by an older farang man who responded to a question from a young guy who asked how to find a wife in Thailand. The older man said the problem is finding a woman who is ugly enough..."






http://asiansweetheart.blogspot.com/2007/08/finding-woman-who-is-ugly-enough.html

Hemingway - True At First Light

Puu Priya

There is a virginity that you, in theory only, bring once to a beautiful city or a great painting. This is only a theory and I think it is untrue. All the things that I have loved I bring this to each time but it is lovely to bring someone else to it and it helps the loneliness.

Mary had loved Spain and Africa and had learned the secret things naturally and hardly without knowing she had learned them. I never explained the secret things to her; only the technical things or the comic things and my own greatest pleasure came from her own discovering.

It is stupid to expect or hope that a woman that you love should love all the things that you do. But Mary had loved the sea and living on a small boat and she loved fishing. She loved when we had first gone there together.

She never simulated anything this was a great gift to be given as I had been associated with a great simulator of everything and life with a true simulator gives a man a very unattractive view of many things and he can begin to cherish loneliness rather than to wish to share anything.

In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect weed-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked plan. You have walked across that plain in the morning and you know that no such lake is there. But now it is there absolutely true, beautiful and believable.

David Mikell - A Man In The Concrete Wilderness

Listen, real poetry doesn't say anything;
It just ticks off the possibilities.
Opens all doors.
You can walk through anyone that suits you.

- Jim Morrison

"I listened as the air escaped from the front tire and saw I wasn't far from the Bay Bridge..."

And so it goes, our own everyday battle with the cities of the universe to be the men and women we want to be, only to watch and listen as the air escapes from the front tire.

And we are alone, stranded in the concrete wilderness. Dwarfed by gigantic steel structures like the Bay Bridge, on which our daily travel and travail is dependent. Structures and institutions so large in scale as to compress the mind and squash our souls into dust.

And still we struggle to make the most of it - of the day, the year, our lives.

David Mikell is an artist living near Golden Gate park in San Francisco. His brilliant, colorful, alive paintings open up the doors of thought and feeling, as Morrison says, to "tick off the possibilities." And then my mind wanders through each one.

Here is a man who, when he is at his best, paints without fear.

Reminds me of Henry Miller's writing. Miller said, "There is nothing strange about fear: no matter in what guise it presents itself it is something with which we are all so familiar that when a man appears who is without it we are at once enslaved by him."

Here are some more of David's paintings.

Leave me a comment for his contact info.