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"A lake Is a river curled up and asleep like a snake."

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 08:53:37 -0500

“A lake
Is a river curled up and asleep like a snake.”

- Thomas Lovell Beddoes, “A Lake,” 1823-5. (via aubade) (via leprintemps)

"’till at last the child’s mind is these suggestions, and the sum of the suggestions is the child’s..."

Wed, 02 Dec 2009 21:08:10 -0500

“’till at last the child’s mind is these suggestions, and the sum of the suggestions is the child’s mind. And not the child’s mind only. The adult’s mind too all his life long. The mind that judges and desires and decides made up of these suggestions. But all these suggestions are our suggestions!”

- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

"There are stars whose light only reaches the earth long after they have fallen apart. There are..."

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:33:04 -0500

“There are stars whose light only reaches the earth long after they have fallen apart. There are people who’s remembrance gives light in this world, long after they have passed away. This light shines in our darkest nights on the road we must follow.”

- The Talmud

"A thousand miles from here there is another person smiling."

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:17:09 -0500

“A thousand miles from here
there is another person smiling.”

- Loesje

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond...

Fri, 27 Nov 2009 21:01:18 -0500

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

- Maryanne Williamson

"Listen to many, speak to a few."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:56:00 -0500

“Listen to many, speak to a few.”

- William Shakespeare

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once..."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:40:58 -0500

“Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not;
remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.”

- Epicurus

"I am easily satisfied with the very best."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:25:59 -0500

“I am easily satisfied with the very best.”

- Winston Churchill

"The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:10:10 -0500

“The greatest pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do.”

- Walter Bagehot

"Don’t worry about life, you’re not going to survive it anyway."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:54:56 -0500

“Don’t worry about life, you’re not going to survive it anyway.”

"He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:39:54 -0500

“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize.”

- Oscar Wilde

"For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you..."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:24:57 -0500

“For everything you have missed, you have gained something else, and for everything you gain, you lose something else.”

- Ralph Waldo Emerson

"Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the..."

Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:07:20 -0500

“Don’t ask what the world needs.
Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it.
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”

- Howard Thurman

Love in the Cathedral, Miller Williams

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:14:20 -0500

sleepanddream:

poetry365:

“…except you ravish me.”

In the beginning I couldn’t speak to you.
Not because the words wouldn’t come;
it was because they might. Not words like love,
blooming where they fall; words like come here.
When once you turned to look straight at me
out of a crowd, I thought I must have let

the sounds inside my head come out, like “let
us all go home.” I wouldn’t say to you
the wet, small words that moved inside of me.
I have thought that faith and patience would come
to no good end, that you would say, “See here!”
and never say, “Well yes, I think I’d love

to follow you home; to tell the truth, I’d love
to have some wine, then talk awhile, then let
you pleasure me.” Expelled to suffer here,
John Milton wrote of us. I look at you
and in my mind your awful kinsmen come
around every corner, looking for me.

You once talking about the weather with me
and that was something, but it was not love,
did not resemble love. Love ought to come
in recognizable clothes. One day I let
my plain and earthy self talk to you
most gently, saying plainly, “Please come here,”

but everything went wrong, a bah-bah here,
a bah-bah there. You have bumped into me
by accident, I have bumped into you
on purpose on the street where talk of love
was inappropriate, then I have let
my heart hide in the cold and watched you come

laughing and blind. No matter what may come,
give me this: that all this time I stood here
ignored to death and loved you while you let
every chance go; say your glances at me
suggested almost anything but love;
say I know you cry in bed, poor you.

Believe in love. You know that I am here
to let you loose. Here is my flesh for you
who ay abide with me till kingdom come.

Okkervil River "Song of our So-Called Friend"

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:12:20 -0500

Remember when our so-called friend would not call out to you while tumbling loosely out a hole punched through your home? It’s pretty clear, though you could hear, you truly finally knew, in time, he’d tell his tale the way he’d like it told. Now he isn’t on the phone, and his story might as well be so. Well, loving is as loving does, and I’d say we should know, because we both have loved, have lost, and are alone. Your face’s falling tears, to me they’re lovely and they’re dear, though you don’t love me and it’s clear that I will never see you in my arms. There’s no room in your heart for even this finely-sharpened dart; although I had started to think there might be hope, it isn’t so. So wake up, make up some new song again around the same tune. The water cools, the leaves they fall, the sun it bends, the summer ends; our so-called friend doesn’t need you. So proceed out the door and down the street. December’s lying near, but in the oven’s heat this house is now a home. Sixty days of trips and stays you took to tell me, dear, that you cannot love me because you secretly still love a stone. Although I put my lips to your face, trying to push his kiss out of its place, although my heart started to race, now it has slowed,..

"You who bruised my lips with kisses. Kiss them well again."

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:59:59 -0500

“You who bruised my lips with kisses. Kiss them well again.”

- Heinrich Heine (1797-1856)

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The Weakerthans

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:53:12 -0500

It had something to do with the rain leeching loamy dirt
And the way the back lane came alive, half moon whispered “go”
For a while, I heard you missing steps in the street
And your anger pleading in an uncertain key
Singing the sound of you that you found for me

When the winter took the tips of my ears
Found this noisy home full of pigeons and places to hide
And when the voices die, I emerged to watched abandoned machines
Waiting for their men to return, I remember the way
I would wait for you to arrive with kibble and a box full of beer
How I’d scratch the empties desperate to hear
You make the sound that you found for me

After scrapping with the ferals and the tabby,
Let you brush my matted fur
How I’d knead into your chest while you were sleeping
Shallow breathing made me purr

But I can’t remember the sound that you found for me
I can’t remember the sound that you found for me
I can’t remember the sound…

"I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best, I can’t keep track of each fallen robin."

Tue, 24 Nov 2009 18:36:45 -0500

“I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can’t keep track of each fallen robin.”

- Leonard Cohen

"Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to..."

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 22:42:31 -0500

“Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.”

- Into the Wild – Christopher McCandless (Emile Hirsch)

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"Once I swore I would die for you, but I never meant like this."

Wed, 11 Nov 2009 22:35:00 -0500

“Once I swore I would die for you, but I never meant like this.”

- Stabbing Westward