Sipowicz Quotes

In that season’s finale, Milch wanted Sipowicz — who by this point had suffered the deaths of his eldest son, his partner Bobby, and his wife, and whose young son Theo was facing a medical crisis — to enter the hospital chapel and rant about all that God has taken from him. Tinker was on set. Franz was on set. The entire crew was on set. And, as usual by that point, there was no script. Milch ambled onto the set, realized everyone was waiting on him, announced that he needed someone to take dictation, and launched into a stream-of-consciousness assault on the Almighty, sounding very much like Sipowicz. Minutes later, Franz performed it word-for-word.

Plus Bjørnar seemed to increasingly regard me more like an annoying lab partner than a life partner. It was like he was Bobby Simone and I was Andy Sipowicz in NYPD Blue. Before they became good friends. Or after Sipowicz became an unpleasant alcoholic again. And before Simone found out that Sipowicz had been making out with Russians. My

Just as I live at many intersections—privilege and wounding, fracturedness and wholeness—so, too, does this book. In pagan mythic terms, it lives at the crossroads where different worlds and realities meet and change is possible.

We want to slowly introduce people to this experience—to the all and we of us—even as it is difficult for our own self. There are times when the “I” feels like an individual, one who is separate from Earth or even from different parts of myself. Other times I become we—full of voices. We try to understand this by looking at how a Tree lives in a Forest. While one Tree has a singular voice, it is also able to experience itself as Forest and speak from that unity. How do we create an intimate pronoun that includes the multiplicity of who we are, that embraces greater diversity and multiplicity beyond two genders or even one self?

The art of soma is slow and winding. It is art built upon many mistakes. Listening for sensations and intuitions is the goal, rather than expert technique or perfection. It is art that can be found only by touching with Eyes, seeing through listening, and feeling by breathing into song.