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

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

picture of success

I've got my best shoes on
I'm ready to go.

John Betjemen

“Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows."

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

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.

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

Mommie Dearest

If you're acting, you're wasting your time. If you're not, you're wasting mine.

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

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

Oh No

Arm and arm we are the harmless sociopaths
Arm and arm with all the harmless sociopaths

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

Donna Donna

On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow,
winging swiftly through the sky.

"Stop complaining!" said the farmer,
Who told you a calf to be?
Why don't you have wings to fly with
like the swallow so proud and free?

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,
never knowing the reason why
But whoever treasures freedom
like the swallow has learned to fly.

Mark Twain

"Kindness is the language in which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."

Good Feeling

Vague sketch of a fantasy,
laughing at the sunrise
Like he's been up all night
Oh slippin' and slidin'
What a good time but now,
have to find a bed
that can take this wait

Good feeling,
won't you stay with me just a little longer

violent femmes

Le Vent Nous Portera

I asked you a question

Tell everybody waiting for Superman
That they should try to hold on best they can
He hasn't dropped them, forgot them, or anything
It's just too heavy for Superman to lift

flaming lips

what dreams may come

Thought is real. Physical is the illusion. Ironic, huh?

This is what you shall do:

Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to everyone that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown, or to any man or number of men-go freely with powerful uneducated persons, and with the young, and with the mothers or families-re-examine all you have been told in school or church or in any book, and dismiss whatever insults your own soul; and your very flesh shall be a great poem, and have the richest fluency, not only in its words, but in the silent lines of its lips and face, and between the lashes of your eyes, and in every motion and joint of your body.

walt whitman

Michael Caine

Elliot: For all my education, accomplishments and so-called wisdom, I can't fathom my own heart.

hannah and her sisters