Cue Etta James
At last, Mahler, then sleep. Less trauma, more Träum, as a friend wished me…I doubt I’ll ever understand what I’ve done to deserve the people who have entered my life and have contributed so immensely, wonderfully, to happinesses I had convinced myself were out of reach. I’m pinching myself, and crying a few good tears, ohne Scham.
sorrows. who would believe them winged who would believe they could be ...– Lucille Clifton, sorrows
The worst lies are the lies we tell ourselves.– Richard Bach (via kari-shma)
A roaring lullaby
The abstruse expanse of coastline, revealed as the morning’s opaque fog unfurls, maintains an austere illusion only from afar. With distance masking its might the roiling tide’s tumult affects a whisper that appeases both ear and soul, engendering ascetic serenity. Proximity unmasks the ocean’s rampant chaos, the rushing now a primal percussion as wave upon wave thrashes the shore in an incessant...
Now I am waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again.– Frank O’Hara
He was filled with loss and an off-brand of nostalgia for events that were...– John L. Parker Jr.
Rest in Peace, Clare Fischer :( →
You lived and created brilliantly, and you will be remembered fondly.
I wanted today to be effusive and grand and I wanted to write poetry and have it flow sinuously and catch the light and make people sigh upon viewing its litheness. In my search for a muse, I paced quietly through verdant oak-littered open space, but my thoughts and desires had irreconcilable differences and soon diverged. I settled instead upon the complete destruction of my standard of...
Synchronicity is the coming together of inner and outer events in a way that...– Carl Jung (via moreofamore) This is the subplot of my yesterday.
I submerged myself in life’s delicate beauty, savoring the looseness of my limbs as tenseness seeped from them; a rarity. A happiness vast and variegated built within, baffling beauty; the keen edge between this boundless, lapping low-tide joy-ocean and desperate sadness’ desert cuts the undiluted sweet (that’s why our hearts ache when we feel we can’t hold our greatest...
on-directing: Iron & Wine- Such Great...
I didn’t get a picture of it, but I danced without abandon outside and it was glorious. The red marks left on my surprised skin are just now beginning to fade, and it appears the hail has expended its energy, but my window is open in case I hear the telltale ricochets of ice flinging itself at the pavement again. Nature is not something to be observed behind glass and walls. It should be...
A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be...– Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
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The aforementioned storm
overcame its stage fright—the resulting deluge has been virtuosic and impressively lengthy, lasting twelve hours and showing no fatigue. and I am at peace. the raindrop is my most favored percussive instrument, and my cracked-open window provides background noise as familiar as a heartbeat.
Rain threatens, and the meaning of words
It’s misting timidly, as if this much-anticipated storm front is suffering from stage fright, but the demure drizzle blurs the scenery into the familiar impressionist’s playground that is a north bay winter. The shrouded sky I awoke to set the scene for a pensive, detached sort of day. The experience could be called dreamlike, but I can’t say; my dreams rarely bridge the gap...
I Wrote This For You: The Correct And Proper Way... →
officialiwrotethisforyou: “Is this how I’m supposed to feel now?” “I don’t know, I’ll check the manual.” “And?” “It says that you’re feeling the right way.” “What way is that?” “It says that there is no right way to feel but, right now, after something like this happens, you do need to feel however you’re…