... but sing, dream, laugh,
move on, be alone, have a choice,
have a watchful eye and a powerful voice,
wear my hat awry, fight for a poem if I like
and perhaps even die
Never care about fame or fortune and even travel
to the moon
Triumph by chance on my own merit
Refuse to be the clinging ivy nor even
the oak or the lime.
Perhaps I'll not get far
But I'll get there alone.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Be Near Me When My Light Is Low
Be near me
When my light is low
When the blood creeps
And the nerves prick and tingle
And the heart is sick
And all the wheels of being slow
Be near me
When the sensuous frame
Is wracked with pangs
That conquer that...
And time
And manic scattering dust
And life
Of fury slinging flame
Be near me
When I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And the twilight
Of eternal days
And on the low dark verge of life.
lord alfred tennyson
When my light is low
When the blood creeps
And the nerves prick and tingle
And the heart is sick
And all the wheels of being slow
Be near me
When the sensuous frame
Is wracked with pangs
That conquer that...
And time
And manic scattering dust
And life
Of fury slinging flame
Be near me
When I fade away
To point the term of human strife
And the twilight
Of eternal days
And on the low dark verge of life.
lord alfred tennyson
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Young Folks
usually when things has gone this far
people tend to disappear
no-one will surprise me unless you do
peter bjorn & john
people tend to disappear
no-one will surprise me unless you do
peter bjorn & john
Monday, July 28, 2008
Emily Dickinson
Ample make this bed
Make this bed with Awe
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.
Be its Mattress straight
Be its Pillow round
Let no Sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this Ground.
Make this bed with Awe
In it wait till Judgment break
Excellent and Fair.
Be its Mattress straight
Be its Pillow round
Let no Sunrise' yellow noise
Interrupt this Ground.
Daphne Du Maurier
"Happiness is not a possesion to be prized. It is a quality of thought, a state of mind."
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
Karen Eiffel
"As Harold took a bite of Bavarian sugar cookie, he finally felt as if everything was going to be okay. Sometimes, when we lose ourselves in fear and despair, in routine and constancy, in hopelessness and tragedy, we can thank God for Bavarian sugar cookies. And, fortunately, when there aren't any cookies, we can still find reassurance in a familiar hand on our skin, or a kind and loving gesture, or subtle encouragement, or a loving embrace, or an offer of comfort, not to mention hospital gurneys and nose plugs, an uneaten Danish, soft-spoken secrets, and Fender Stratocasters, and maybe the occasional piece of fiction. And we must remember that all these things, the nuances, the anomalies, the subtleties, which we assume only accessorize our days, are effective for a much larger and nobler cause. They are here to save our lives. I know the idea seems strange, but I also know that it just so happens to be true. And, so it was, a wristwatch saved Harold Crick."
stranger than fiction
stranger than fiction
Friday, June 20, 2008
Better Together
There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
but I can try for your heart
Our dreams and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepiatone loving
jack johnson
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
but I can try for your heart
Our dreams and they are made out of real things
like a shoebox of photographs
with sepiatone loving
jack johnson
Thursday, May 15, 2008
Sunday, April 13, 2008
love & some verses
Love is a dress that you made long
To hide your knees
Love to say this to your face
I'll love you only
For your days and excitement
What will you keep for to wear?
Someday drawing you different
May I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear
Say what you can say
Love to say this in your ear
I'll love you that way
From your changing contentments
What will you choose for to share?
Someday drawing you different,
May I be weaved in your hair?
To hide your knees
Love to say this to your face
I'll love you only
For your days and excitement
What will you keep for to wear?
Someday drawing you different
May I be weaved in your hair?
Love and some verses you hear
Say what you can say
Love to say this in your ear
I'll love you that way
From your changing contentments
What will you choose for to share?
Someday drawing you different,
May I be weaved in your hair?
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
bob's 1965 tour
In waiting room at London Airport, 1965
Reporter: How long is it since you were last in London?
Dylan: About a year.
Reporter: What's the lightbulb for?
(Dylan holds up an enormous industrial lightbulb)
Dylan: What's the lightbulb for? I thought you would ask me that. No I usually carry a lightbulb. Somebody gave it to me, you know.
Reporter: Sorry, I didn't quite catch the answer
Dylan: Someone gave it to me... a very affectionate friend.
Reporter: Oh, I see.
2nd Reporter: (to Bob Neuwirth) Are you folk?
Neuwirth: Who, am I folk? No, not me. I'm not folk.
3rd Reporter: (to Dylan) What is your real message?
Dylan: My real message? Keep a good head and always carry a lightbulb.
Reporter: Have you tried?
Dylan: Well, I plugged it into my socket and the house exploded.
clip from Don't Look Back
Reporter: How long is it since you were last in London?
Dylan: About a year.
Reporter: What's the lightbulb for?
(Dylan holds up an enormous industrial lightbulb)
Dylan: What's the lightbulb for? I thought you would ask me that. No I usually carry a lightbulb. Somebody gave it to me, you know.
Reporter: Sorry, I didn't quite catch the answer
Dylan: Someone gave it to me... a very affectionate friend.
Reporter: Oh, I see.
2nd Reporter: (to Bob Neuwirth) Are you folk?
Neuwirth: Who, am I folk? No, not me. I'm not folk.
3rd Reporter: (to Dylan) What is your real message?
Dylan: My real message? Keep a good head and always carry a lightbulb.
Reporter: Have you tried?
Dylan: Well, I plugged it into my socket and the house exploded.
clip from Don't Look Back
Saturday, January 12, 2008
The Origin of Love
Last time I saw you
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
john cameron mitchell
We had just split in two.
You were looking at me.
I was looking at you.
You had a way so familiar,
But I could not recognize,
Cause you had blood on your face;
I had blood in my eyes.
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine.
That's the pain,
Cuts a straight line
Down through the heart;
We called it love.
So we wrapped our arms around each other,
Trying to shove ourselves back together.
We were making love,
Making love.
It was a cold dark evening,
Such a long time ago,
When by the mighty hand of Jove,
It was the sad story
How we became
Lonely two-legged creatures,
It's the story of
The origin of love.
That's the origin of love.
john cameron mitchell
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
The Greatest
Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
Melt me down
Into big black armor
Leave no trace of grace
Just in your honor
Lower me down
To culprit south
Make 'em wash a space in town
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleepin'
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the later parade
cat power
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
Stars of night turned deep to dust
Melt me down
Into big black armor
Leave no trace of grace
Just in your honor
Lower me down
To culprit south
Make 'em wash a space in town
For the lead
And the dregs of my bed
I've been sleepin'
Lower me down
Pin me in
Secure the grounds
For the later parade
cat power
Monday, December 24, 2007
Gauranteed
Everyone I come across in cages they bought
they think of me and my wandering
but I'm never what they thought
got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satelite forever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
guaranteed
eddie vedder
they think of me and my wandering
but I'm never what they thought
got my indignation but I'm pure in all my thoughts
I'm alive
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
consider me a satelite forever orbiting
I knew all the rules but the rules did not know me
guaranteed
eddie vedder
Sunday, November 25, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
on relationships
And I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic, I haven't. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and, you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, 'cause I do...believe in it. Bottom line...is the couples that are truly right for each other wade through the same crap as everybody else, but, the big difference is, they don't let it take 'em down.
dr. cox
dr. cox
Monday, November 12, 2007
Into The Wild
"If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed."
Monday, October 01, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Before Sunrise
I guess that if none of your family or friends knew that you were dead, then it's not really being dead.
richard linklater
richard linklater
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
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