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from The October Game by Ray Bradbury
“I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.”
— Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man
June dawns, July noons, August evenings over, finished, done, and gone forever with only the sense of it all left here in his head. Now, a whole autumn, a white winter, a cool and greening spring to figure sums and totals of summer past.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
“I’m numb and I’m tired. Too much has happened today. I feel as if I’d been out in a pounding rain for forty-eight hours without an umbrella or a coat. I’m soaked to the skin with emotion.”
— Ray Bradbury
Happy 100th birthday, Ray Bradbury (b. 22 August 1920)
“I think the only way we can grow and get on in this world is to accept the fact we’re not perfect and live accordingly.”
— Ray Bradbury, The Illustrated Man
Thrown out of Eden Now we headlong humans Sinners sinned against Return. Tossed from the central sun We with our own concentric fires Blaze and burn. Once at the hub of wakening And vast starwheel, For centuries long-lost, and made to feel Unwanted, orphaned, mindless, Driven forth to grassless gardens, Dead and desert sea, We were shut out by comet grooms like Kepler Galileo Galilei Whose short-sight probing light-years Upped and said: The Hub’s not here! So shot man through the head And worse, each starblind prophet killed a part, Snugged shut our souls, Chopped short our reach, Entombed our living heart. But now we bastard sons of time Pronounce ourselves anew And strike fire-hammer blows To change tomorrow’s clime, its meteor snows. Our rocket selfhood grows To give dull facts a shake, break data down To climb the Empire State and thundercry the town But more! reach up and strike And claim from Heaven The Garden we were shunted from, For now, space-driven We fit, fix, force and fuse, Re-hub the systems vast Respoke starwheel And at the spiraled core Plant foot, full fire-shod And thus saints feel Our yeast like flesh of God. We march back to Olympus, Our plain-bread flesh burns gold! We clothe ourselves in flame And trade new myths for old. The Greek gods christen us With ghosts of comet swords; God smiles and names us thus: "Arise! Run! Fly, my Lords!“
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We March Back To Olympus
Ray Bradbury 1920-2012
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Graphic - Daniel Maidman (B.1975)
“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things.”
— Ray Bradbury
“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn’t forget, I’m alive, I know I’m alive, I mustn’t forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.”
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (Green Town, #1)
"The monster shrieked closer, half through the forest now, thrashing and plunging, crushing the wildflowers, frightening rabbits and clouds of birds that rose screaming to the stars."
- Ray Bradbury, Death Is a Lonely Business (1985)
“All graves are wrong graves when you come down to it,” he said. “No,” I said. “There are right graves and wrong ones, just as there are good times to die and bad times.”
—Ray Bradbury, The Kilimanjaro Device
October Country by Ray Bradbury Cover by Joe Mugnaini
"But you can't make people listen. They have to come round in their time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up under them."
- Fahrenheit 451, Ray Bradbury
“You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.” - Ray Bradbury
The Bookworm, Carl Spitzweg, 1850.
“Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.”
— Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
The One Who Waits
“We bend to the well, looking down. From the cool depths six faces peer back up at us.
One by one we bend until our balance is gone, and one by one drop into the mouth and down through cool darkness into the cold waters.”
— Ray Bradbury
The Fog Horn
“That's life for you," said MacDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more.”
— Ray Bradbury
The Murderer
“Why didn't I start a solitary revolution, deliver man from certain 'conveniences'? 'Convenient for who?'”
— Ray Bradbury
The Last Night of the World
“Maybe because it was never October 19, 1969, ever before in history, and now it is and that’s it; because this date means more than any other date ever meant; because it’s the year when things are as they are all over the world and that’s why it’s the end.”
— Ray Bradbury