March 2012
24 posts
“Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.”
– Kurt Vonnegut
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn?” she inquired. ...”
– Norton Juster
Endless - Inna
August 2010
11 posts
“And I don’t know how it is with anyone else, but for me, all these things,...”
– Sandra Cisneros
Lessons From Life, by 90-year-old Regina Brett →
perpetuallyme:
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good.
When in doubt, just take the next small step.
Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
Your job won’t take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch!
Pay off your credit cards every month.
You don’t have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
Cry with someone. It’s more healing than...
“Marriage, like a neverending slumber party with the boy you have a crush on....”
– Natalie Smith (via unicornology)
July 2010
1 post
June 2010
4 posts
night walks and fireflies
our limbs sprout out of a dew-covered earth,
skyscrapers to unassuming creatures.
our eyes widen as the firefly fireworks continue,
and we know Broadway can go shove it
because this has to be the longest running show
the world has ever known.
our skin makes dew droplets of its own
as our palms linger against each other.
our minds ache as we realize that these moments,
once vivid airborne...
February 2010
2 posts
Mamihlapinatapai
“a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
December 2009
8 posts
1 tag
Nun: Let me get this straight: you don't believe in God because of "Alice in Wonderland"?
Loki: No, "Through the Looking Glass". That poem, "The Walrus and the Carpenter," that's an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature, he obviously represents either Buddha, or, or with his tusks, the Hindu elephant god, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ, who was raised a carpenter's son, he represents the Western religions. Now in the poem, what do they do? What do they do? They, they dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures en masse. I don't know what that says to you, but to me it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures ensures the destruction of one's inner being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions, by inhibiting our decisions out of, out of fear of some, some intangible parent figure who, who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago and says, and says, "Do it... do it and I'll fuckin' spank you."
1 tag
NIGHT MADNESS POEM
There’s a poem in my head like too many cups of coffee. A pea under twenty eiderdowns. A sadness in my heart like stone. A telephone. And always my night madness that outs like bats across this Texas sky. I’m the crazy lady they warned you about. The she of rumor talked about —- and worse, who talks. It’s no secret. I’m here. Under a circle of light. The light always...
