These brown summer grasses?

The only remains

of "invincible" warriors ...

—Matsuo Basho

 

Laziness kills Ambition 

Anger kill Wisdom 

Fear kills Dreams 

Ego kills Growth 

Jealousy kills Peace 

Doubt kills Confidence 

reverse those 

Ambition kills Laziness 

Wisdom kills Anger 

Dreams kill Fear 

Growth kills Ego 

Peace kills Jealousy 

Confidence kills Doubt 

 A few friends, but they are in cities.   

Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup 

Summer night

 

The summer night is like a perfection of thought

When this happens in the summer
Oh the night is so inviting

It's hot here at night

Lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night

For all the dreams and schemes
People are as they seem
On a hot summer night

These silent summer nights

even the stars
seem to whisper.
—Kobayashi Issa

Forbearing the night

with its growing brilliance:
the summer moon.
—Tsukioka Yoshitoshi

The moon still appears,
though far from home:
summer vagrant.
—Matsuo Basho

On a hot summer night
dreams and reality
merge.
—Takahama Kyoshi,

Summer Afternoon

 

summer afternoon; 

to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom

Summer

 These silent summer nights

even the stars
seem to whisper.
—Kobayashi Issa,

These brown summer grasses?
The only remains
of "invincible" warriors ...
—Matsuo Basho,

Forbearing the night
with its growing brilliance:
the summer moon.
—Tsukioka Yoshitoshi

The moon still appears,
though far from home:
summer vagrant.
—Matsuo Basho

On a hot summer night
dreams and reality
merge.
—Takahama Kyoshi,

Every time I see the lightening
Every time I hear the thunder
Every time I close the window
When this happens in the summer
Oh the night is so inviting
I can feel that you are so close
I can feel you when the wind blows
Blows right through my heart

It's hot here at night

Lonely, black and quiet
On a hot summer night

For all the dreams and schemes
People are as they seem
On a hot summer night

Hot summer streets
And the pavements are burning
I sit around

Trying to smile
But the air is so heavy and dry

The city is crowded
My friends are away
And I'm on my own

It's too hot to handle
So I got to get up and go

Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom

summer afternoon; 

to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language

The summer night is like a perfection of thought

 Across rocks and meadows

Swarms of new flies

 

over the green fields wilted down

under your blaze, these

thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity

to protect their fruit

 

God of the idle heat, 

in this glaring road

you dominate all

 

August slipped away into a moment in time

August - Song by Taylor Swift

 

Salt air, and the rust on your door
I never needed anything more
Whispers of, "Are you sure?"
"Never have I ever before"

But I can see us lost in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time
'Cause it was never mine
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets
August sipped away like a bottle of wine
'Cause you were never mine

Your back beneath the sun
Wishin' I could write my name on it
Will you call when you're back at school?
I remember thinkin' I had you

But I can see us lost in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time
'Cause it was never mine
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets
August sipped away like a bottle of wine
'Cause you were never mine

Back when we were still changin' for the better
Wanting was enough
For me, it was enough
To live for the hope of it all
Cancel plans just in case you'd call
And say you meet me behind the mall
So much for summer love and saying, "Us"
'Cause you weren't mine to lose
You weren't mine to lose, no

But I can see us lost in the memory
August slipped away into a moment in time
'Cause it was never mine
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets
August sipped away like a bottle of wine
'Cause you were never mine

'Cause you were never mine, never mine
But do you remember?
Remember when I pulled up, and said, "Get in the car"
And then canceled my plans, just in case you'd call
Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all
"Meet me behind the mall"
(Remember when I pulled up and said "Get in the car")
(And then canceled my plans, just in case you'd call?)
(Back when I was livin' for the hope of it all, for the hope of it all)
("Meet me behind the mall")

 Medical textbooks from the Middle Ages contained a chart called "The Sphere of Life and Death."

 Doctors used it to predict health outcomes based only on a patient's name. 

The sphere was based on numerology, the Zodiac, the moon and starts. 

It's pseudo-science compared to modern metrics. 

But humans have always craved certainty. 

Diagnosis, prognosis, genetic predisposition. 

They're all ways of placing ourselves on the sphere.

 We ask science to protect us from the simplest fact of life: it's full of surprises. 

We trust science to predict the future. 

But even so, surprises are the only thing we can count on. 

Sometimes surprises are good. 

They lift you up and make life exquisite. 

But then there's the other kind of surprise, when the bottom drops out. 

However desperate you might be, don't look to the stars. 

Because they can't help you now.

 

 When the worst of our fears are realized, when everything we’ve counted on has disappeared, something still drives us to try to fix the past, or to find our future, when the only thing that needs our attention is the present. 

And its infinite possibilities.

 God of the idle heat, in this glaring road

you dominate all.

And over the green fields wilted down

under your blaze, these

thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity

to protect their fruit.

Of all hidden things, I sing, waiting

for evening’s grace

As we stood there

Older than men

And younger than the boys

We were as still as the wind

That blows 

on a hot August night

The Wild Boys are calling

On their way back from the fire

In August moon's surrender to

A dust cloud on the rise

Saturday August 9: 

Sturgeon Moon

 summer’s lease 

hath all too short a date

 August is the border between summer and autumn;

 it is the most beautiful month 

 

Youth, 

it passes 

While age 

is collected

 

Love has gone, tears are here, nothing left

Suddenly she's glad he can't see her face

Youth, it passes while age is collected

 

Even now I believe for the most part, love is about choices

It's about putting down the poison and the dagger and making your own happy ending

Most of the time

 And that sometimes despite all your best choices and all your best intentions

 fate wins anyway

 the first week of August is motionless, and hot

It is curiously silent, too, 
with blank white dawns 
and glaring noons, 
and sunsets smeared with too much color

Val Kilmer Batman

 Val Kilmer was such as powerful actor he truly had that A list screen presence, he was going to be great in this 

A unique version of Batman and Bruce Wayne at that stage of his life

 If he had gone onto the next film we could have seen what he did with that story instead of Clooney 

Michael Keaton was the OG Batman in his two films and it was a pity he didn't get a trilogy 

And it is a pity Val didnt do Batman and Robin then go onto the fifth film, his trilogy, and talk is that film would have featured Scarecrow

If you watch the deleted scene with Bruce and Alfred you see a great character development with Bruce, some depth and understanding

 August: 

the summer's last stand

 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:

Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;

But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:

So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

August

 

August

 

“God of the idle heat, in this glaring road

you dominate all.

And over the green fields wilted down

under your blaze, these

thirsty unruly plants grow a jungle domesticity

to protect their fruit.

Of all hidden things, I sing, waiting

for evening’s grace.”

“Down valley a smoke haze

Three days heat, after five days rain   

Pitch glows on the fir-cones

Across rocks and meadows

Swarms of new flies.

 

I cannot remember things I once read   

A few friends, but they are in cities.   

Drinking cold snow-water from a tin cup   

Looking down for miles

Through high still air.”

No wind, no bird. The river flames like brass.
On either side, smitten as with a spell
Of silence, brood the fields. In the deep grass,
Edging the dusty roads, lie as they fell
Handfuls of shriveled leaves from tree and bush.
But ’long the orchard fence and at the gate,
Thrusting their saffron torches through the hush,
Wild lilies blaze, and bees hum soon and late.
Rust-colored the tall straggling briar, not one
Rose left. The spider sets its loom up there
Close to the roots, and spins out in the sun
A silken web from twig to twig. The air
Is full of hot rank scents. Upon the hill
Drifts the noon’s single cloud, white, glaring, still.