The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Thanks to all my visitors for stopping by!
Here’s an excerpt:
4,329 films were submitted to the 2012 Cannes Film Festival. This blog had 13,000 views in 2012. If each view were a film, this blog would power 3 Film Festivals
It has been a wonderful year, a year of accomplishment, discovery, and change, and I’m so happy to wrap it all up in Montreal this weekend. Thank you to all who have been coming out to my bookish events throughout 2012 – it means a lot to me. And to the many random, supportive people who stopped to chat and pick up a copy, thanks for sharing your stories and reading mine. I’m thrilled to announce that this month I was awarded the City of Vaughan 2012 RAVE Award: Rising Star in the Literary Arts! It is such an honour to have been chosen, and I look forward to continuing to enhance the arts in my own community. Check out the article here. If you are in Montreal on November 19, come visit me at Paragraphe Bookstore (2220 McGill College Avenue) at 7 p.m.
Highlights from some of my events are below.
XO -cr
I love all the things there are,
and of all fires
love is the only inexhaustible one;
and that’s why I go from life to life,
from guitar to guitar,
and I have no fear
of light or of shade
and almost being earth myself,
I spoon away at infinity.
Sometimes I need music without the weight of words. Take a stroll outside the confines of your own mind, and enjoy.
I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside.
We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever.
Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all.
It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect.
We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing.
It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about.
I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.
{Selected Letters 1957-1969} ~ Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac
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