Sunday, February 9, 2014

for Kelley

for Kelley

"Only what meeting made us feel,
So new, and gentle-sharp, and strange?"

love Jules
x

- handwritten inscription found inside a copy of Philip Larkin's Collected Poems, which was found on Rosewood Ave. in Los Angeles.


Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Marriage


So different, this man
And this woman:
A stream flowing
In a field.

Marriage
William Carlos Williams

Saturday, January 8, 2011

caring about something


No, the jungle wasn't evil. It was indifferent. So, too, was the world. Evil then, must be the negation of something man had added to the world. Ultimately, it was caring about something that made the world liable to evil. Caring. And then the caring gets torn asunder. Everybody dies, but not everybody cares. It occurred to Mellas that he could create the possibility of good or evil through caring. He could nullify the indifferent world. But in doing so, he opened himself up to the pain of watching it get blown away.

Matterhorn - A Novel of the Vietnam War
Karl Marlantes

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Sweetie...


... you can't disappoint me, because, whatever you are is exactly what I want.


Mozart and the Whale

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

your imagination really is running away with you


"My dear Maximilien," Valentine said ... "You will not love me for very long. A man who makes such poetry will never be happy, languishing in such a banal passion as ours."


The Count of Monte Cristo

Alexandre Dumas

Monday, December 28, 2009

without really knowing me


I told Magdalena everything.

I had to. Watching her love me without really knowing me was like watching her love someone else, and the jealousy was killing me.

Beat The Reaper
Josh Bazell

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

you make it hard on yourself


Everything comes out the same, no matter whether you make it hard on yourself or not.

Taxi Driver Wisdom

Thursday, August 27, 2009

"It is futile," I said


I saw a man pursuing the horizon;

Round and round they sped.
I was disturbed at this;
I accosted the man.
“It is futile,” I said,
“You can never —”
“You lie,” he cried,
And ran on.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon
Stephen Crane