"And may it be said of us, both in dark passages and in bright days, in the words of Tennyson that my brothers quoted and loved, and that have special meaning for me now:
'I am a part of all that I have met
Tho much is taken, much abides
That which we are, we are --
One equal temper of heroic hearts
Strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.'
For me, a few hours ago, this campaign came to an end.
For all those whose cares have been our concern, the work goes on, the cause endures, the hope still lives, and the dream shall never die."
Ted Kennedy
Monday, September 07, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Resurrection Fern
And we'll undress beside the ashes of the fireBoth our tender bellies are wound around in baling wire
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
iron & wine
All the more a pair of underwater pearls
Than the oak tree and its resurrection fern
iron & wine
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Come here
There's a wind that blows in from the north,
And it says that loving takes its course.
No I'm not impossible to touch,
I have never wanted you so much.
Have I never laid down by your side?
Baby, let's forget about this pride.
Well, I'm in no hurry.
You don't have to run away this time.
I know that you're timid,
but it's gonna be all right this time.
kath bloom
And it says that loving takes its course.
No I'm not impossible to touch,
I have never wanted you so much.
Have I never laid down by your side?
Baby, let's forget about this pride.
Well, I'm in no hurry.
You don't have to run away this time.
I know that you're timid,
but it's gonna be all right this time.
kath bloom
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
John Betjemen
“Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows."
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm just pulling on a line
and sometimes it pulls on me.
The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow,
Where only those embracing coldness would go
It whistles & it whispers, and sometimes it howls,
It sings to me sweetly from the trees & in vowels
The line, it writes itself across the dark sky,
In the electric flushes ending with a sigh
It weaves itself into a fabric so true,
and flows just like river, graceful and blue
great lake swimmers
The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow,
Where only those embracing coldness would go
It whistles & it whispers, and sometimes it howls,
It sings to me sweetly from the trees & in vowels
The line, it writes itself across the dark sky,
In the electric flushes ending with a sigh
It weaves itself into a fabric so true,
and flows just like river, graceful and blue
great lake swimmers
Friday, April 17, 2009
Petit
As for the false friends who helped and gave up, who helped and betrayed, they are merely guilty of not having had enough heart to move mountains. I forgive you. This is why I changed your names in the text and blackened your eyes in the photographs-to confuse the gods. Perhaps they will not recognize you.
Thursday, April 02, 2009
Nicholas' eyes...
"... became wet jewels
the hardest substance in the purest pain
as I fed him in his high white chair."
Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters
the hardest substance in the purest pain
as I fed him in his high white chair."
Ted Hughes, Birthday Letters
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Cyrano de Bergerac
Farewell Roxanne, because today I die-
I know that it will be today,
My own dearly beloved- and my heart
Still so heavy with love I have not told,
And I die without telling you! No more
Shall my eyes drink the sight of you like wine,
Never more, with a look that is a kiss,
Follow the sweet grace of you-
I remember now the way
You have, of pushing back a lock of hair
With one hand, from your forehead- and my heart
Cries out and keeps crying, "Farewell, my dear,
My dearest-
My own heart's own,
My own treasure,
I am never away from you, Even now,
I shall never leave you. In another world,
I shall be still that one who loves you, loves you
Beyond measure, beyond-
edmond rostand
I know that it will be today,
My own dearly beloved- and my heart
Still so heavy with love I have not told,
And I die without telling you! No more
Shall my eyes drink the sight of you like wine,
Never more, with a look that is a kiss,
Follow the sweet grace of you-
I remember now the way
You have, of pushing back a lock of hair
With one hand, from your forehead- and my heart
Cries out and keeps crying, "Farewell, my dear,
My dearest-
My own heart's own,
My own treasure,
I am never away from you, Even now,
I shall never leave you. In another world,
I shall be still that one who loves you, loves you
Beyond measure, beyond-
edmond rostand
Thursday, March 19, 2009
The Worst Taste in Music
He can't forget you
You're quite a find
But he's got the worst taste in music
If I didn't know this I'd lose it
radio dept
You're quite a find
But he's got the worst taste in music
If I didn't know this I'd lose it
radio dept
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Saturday, January 03, 2009
Little Person
And somewhere, maybe someday
Maybe somewhere far away
I'll find a second little person
who will look at me and say,
"I know you
You're the one I've waited for
Let's have some fun."
We'll take a road trip way out west
You're the one I like best.
jon brion
Maybe somewhere far away
I'll find a second little person
who will look at me and say,
"I know you
You're the one I've waited for
Let's have some fun."
We'll take a road trip way out west
You're the one I like best.
jon brion
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