Sunday, December 16, 2012
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Variation on the Word "Sleep," Margaret Atwood
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
— Variation On the Word Sleep
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
— Variation On the Word Sleep
Margaret Atwood
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 22, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
What the...? -- Eerie moment with NEVERWHERE
Pulled out my copy of Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere today...just an odd urge...
Noticed I own a signed copy...no idea how...
Noticed I own a signed copy...no idea how...
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
Monday, August 13, 2012
Fiona Apple – Anything We Want Lyrics | Rap Genius
Fiona Apple – Anything We Want Lyrics | Rap Genius
last stanza:
Let's pretend we're eight years old playin' hooky
I draw on the wall and you can play UFC rookie
Then we'll grow up, take our clothes off and you remind me that
I wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone
last stanza:
Let's pretend we're eight years old playin' hooky
I draw on the wall and you can play UFC rookie
Then we'll grow up, take our clothes off and you remind me that
I wanted you to kiss me when we find some time alone
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Sunday, August 5, 2012
Happiness
Just watching the end of Love Actually...
And thinking about Christmas and happiness...
Received a hardback copy of Solaris a couple Christmases ago...unexpected and wonderful gift...
It is a moment of happiness I cherish...
And thinking about Christmas and happiness...
Received a hardback copy of Solaris a couple Christmases ago...unexpected and wonderful gift...
It is a moment of happiness I cherish...
Thursday, August 2, 2012
Monday, July 30, 2012
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
Saturday, July 7, 2012
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Friday, June 29, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Separation by W. S. Merwin : Poetry Magazine
Separation by W. S. Merwin : Poetry Magazine
Separation
Separation
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.
Friday, June 1, 2012
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Friday, May 18, 2012
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in], e. e. cummings
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” Copyright 1952, © 1980, 1991 by the Trustees for the E. E. Cummings Trust, from Complete Poems: 1904-1962 by E. E. Cummings, edited by George J. Firmage. Used by permission of Liveright Publishing Corporation.
Source: Complete Poems: 1904-1962 (Liveright Publishing Corporation, 1991)
Source: Complete Poems: 1904-1962 (Liveright Publishing Corporation, 1991)
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Monday, April 2, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Friday, March 23, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
"Knee Song," Anne Sexton
Being kissed on the back
of the knee is a moth
at the windowscreen and
yes my darling a dot
on the fathometer is
tinkerbelle with her cough
and twice I will give up my
honor and stars will stick
like tacks in the night
yes oh yes yes yes two
little snails at the back
of the knee building bon-
fires something like eye-
lashes something two zippos
striking yes yes yes small
and me maker.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
NEW Jenny Owen Youngs (and Kurt Vonnegut)
From this REVIEW:
"The title of the record alludes to a line Kurt Vonnegut wrote in Breakfast of Champions: 'But the sacred part of him, his awareness, remained an unwavering band of light.' JOY exhibits this idea in her record, demonstrating beauty, tragedy, and glee in this phenomenal offering."
"The title of the record alludes to a line Kurt Vonnegut wrote in Breakfast of Champions: 'But the sacred part of him, his awareness, remained an unwavering band of light.' JOY exhibits this idea in her record, demonstrating beauty, tragedy, and glee in this phenomenal offering."
Sunday, February 12, 2012
"The Flowers of Guatemala"
A good friend, Anthony Cody, is visiting Guatemala and he sent me this picture:
I always think of one of my favorite songs ever by R.E.M. when I think of Guatemala:
[LISTEN]
R.E.M.
Lifes Rich Pageant
I took a picture that I'll have to send
People here are friendly and content
People here are colorful and bright
The flowers often bloom at night
Amanita is the name
The flowers cover everything
The flowers cover everything
There's something here I find hard to ignore
There's something that I've never seen before
Amanita is the name they cover over everything
The flowers cover everything
They cover over everything (Amanita is the name)
The flowers cover everything
Don't look into the sun
Don't look into the sun
There's something that I've never seen before
The flowers often bloom at night
Amanita is the name they cover over everything
I took a picture that I'll have to send
People here are friendly and content
People here are colorful and bright
The flowers often bloom at night
Amanita is the name
The flowers cover everything
The flowers cover everything
There's something here I find hard to ignore
There's something that I've never seen before
Amanita is the name they cover over everything
The flowers cover everything
They cover over everything (Amanita is the name)
The flowers cover everything
Don't look into the sun
Don't look into the sun
There's something that I've never seen before
The flowers often bloom at night
Amanita is the name they cover over everything
Sunday, January 22, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Neil Gaiman’s Free Short Stories and New Year’s Wishes | Open Culture
Neil Gaiman’s Free Short Stories and New Year’s Wishes | Open Culture
"And, since it’s certainly timely, we leave you with Gaiman’s New Year’s Eve message delivered to a crowd in Boston several years ago:
"And, since it’s certainly timely, we leave you with Gaiman’s New Year’s Eve message delivered to a crowd in Boston several years ago:
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. May your coming year be a wonderful thing in which you dream both dangerously and outrageously.
I hope you will make something that didn’t exist before you made it, that you will be loved and you will be liked and you will have people to love and to like in return. And most importantly, because I think there should be more kindness and more wisdom in the world right now – I hope that you will, when you need to, be wise and that you will always be kind. And I hope that somewhere in the next year you surprise yourself."
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