February 2012
3 posts
January 2012
14 posts
record-collection:
femmerun:
Midnight Life...
“Oh, darling, you will be good to me, won’t you? Because we’re going to have a...”
– Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via aestivial)
two sentences that wholly define myself; my life thus far.
“Some days I am not sure if my faith is riddled with doubt or whether,...”
– Dr. Lauren Winner (via fadedbliss)
Are You Lonesome Tonight →
greatmomentsinselfesteem:
I wonder if you're lonesome tonight You know someone said that the worlds a stage And each must play a part Fate had me playing in love you as my sweet heart Act one was when we met I loved you at first glance You read your line so cleverly and never missed a cue Then came act two you seemed to...
the meaning of existence.
Everything except language knows the meaning of existence. Trees, planets, rivers, time know nothing else. They express it moment by moment as the universe. Even this fool of a body lives it in part, and would have full dignity within it but for the ignorant freedom of my talking mind.
les murray.
“Our relationships are usually about two forces of will not wanting to...”
– Sufjan Stevens (Spin, 2005)
December 2011
11 posts
tell me why I
always.
fall.
for your type…
IF WORK PERMITS
I’m standing in a room, It’s filled with older folks pleading “baby listen” And I scream as loud as anyone,
But when asked to make a point I tend to whisper
Now highways turn to tidal waves They’re asking me to export all of your insecurities But that wind that blows across your room It’s gonna set the sails, and send me back to you Sometimes, when...
grey interior
if i force myself to write, i can. i could even connect. i could tell you something that i didn’t know i wanted to. but when i’m compelled…well, that’s altogether different. when compelled.. i am sure of immortality. sure the idea endures longer than the hard drives. the internet. the elements. sure of this, as i’m sure i’m wearing pants. i wonder who does all this compelling that goes on...
November 2011
20 posts
My brain kicking faster than I can, but not fast...
“The purpose of poetry is to remind us how difficult it is to remain just one...”
– Cszelaw Milosz, “Ars Poetica?” (via ewilcox)
that one line of text just made my entire body shiver.
4
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.
...
October 2011
9 posts
you are so beautiful,
and I am a fool
to be in love with you..
is a theme that keeps coming up
in songs and poems.
There seems to be no room for variation.
I have never heard anyone sing
I am so beautiful
and you are a fool to be in love with me,
even though this notion has surely
crossed the minds of women and men alike.
You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool
is another one you don't hear.
Or, you are a fool...
