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William Butler Yeats | The White Birds

0 Comments November 13, 2014

The White Birds William Butler Yeats View image | gettyimages.com I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the […]

Anne Morrow Lindbergh | The first days of grief are not the worst…

0 Comments September 17, 2014

Contrary to the general assumption, the first days of grief are not the worst. The immediate reaction is usually shock and numbing disbelief. One has undergone an amputation. After shock comes acute early grief which is a kind of “condensed presence” — almost a form of possession. One still feels the lost limb down to […]

Андрей Вознесенский | Первый лед || Andrei Voznesensky | First Frost

0 Comments September 12, 2014

Андрей Вознесенский Первый лед Мерзнет девочка в автомате, Прячет в зябкое пальтецо Все в слезах и губной помаде Перемазанное лицо. Дышит в худенькие ладошки. Пальцы—льдышки. В ушах—сережки. Ей обратно одной, одной Вдоль по улочке ледяной, Первый лед. Это в первый раз. Первый лед телефонных фраз. Мерзлый след на щеках блестит — Первый лед от людских […]

Twigs | Taha Muhammad Ali

0 Comments September 24, 2013

  Twigs –Taha Muhammad Ali Neither music, fame, nor wealth, not even poetry itself, could provide consolation for life’s brevity, or the fact that King Lear is a mere eighty pages long and comes to an end, and for the thought that one might suffer greatly on account of a rebellious child. My love for […]

Dorothy Parker | Coda

0 Comments August 25, 2013

Coda Dorothy Parker There’s little in taking or giving, There’s little in water or wine; This living, this living, this living Was never a project of mine. Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is The gain of the one at the top, For art is a form of catharsis, And love is a permanent […]

Some infinite thing

0 Comments October 15, 2012

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of God or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it J.C. or Allah, […]

Ars Poetica ~~ Archibald MacLeish

0 Comments September 14, 2012

Ars Poetica by Archibald MacLeish A poem should be palpable and mute As a globed fruit, Dumb As old medallions to the thumb, Silent as the sleeve-worn stone Of casement ledges where the moss has grown— A poem should be wordless As the flight of birds. * A poem should be motionless in time As […]

Danny & Annie on Vimeo

0 Comments September 6, 2010

I know this is going around rather rapidly, but just in case you haven’t seen it… Danny & Annie from StoryCorps on Vimeo. via Danny & Annie on Vimeo.

William Shakespeare~~Sonnet 116

0 Comments May 31, 2010

I had the first couple of lines, with their curious, beautiful syntax, stuck in my head today. I struggled to recall where they were from. Shakespeare, obviously, but where? One of the plays with end-rhymed soliloquies? That narrows it, but contextually, they could fit in many places. Shakespeare is full of suitable matches. I had […]

any open show of affection is in bad taste. « Me against them

0 Comments May 10, 2010

any open show of affection is in bad taste. « Me against them. Girls, we’ve been doing it all wrong. And this book was here the whole time… [Thanks Alexis!]