Monday, January 28, 2008
California Syrah
It felt good to step into darkness. Even the sunshine was getting to me. The bartender stared at my forehead with the sunken eyes of a defrocked priest. I reached up and winced. My hand came away red with blood. I asked for a towel and a drink but not in that order. The towel came first. Some days nothing goes right.
Speakeasy
Red Car Wine
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I love the recklessness of faith.
First you leap and then you grow wings.
Credo
William Sloane Coffin
Monday, January 21, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
in themselves
Detachment is a rare virtue, and very few people find it lovable, either in themselves or others.
Gaudy Night
Dorothy Sayers
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
With a flush on its petal tips;
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O, the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush on its petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips
A White Rose
John Boyle O'Reilly
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
The less we say about it the better
Home – is where I want to be
But I guess I'm already there
I come home – she lifted up her wings
Guess that this must be the place
I can't tell one from another
Did I find you, or you find me?
There was a time before we were born
If someone asks, this where I'll be… where I'll be
This Must Be The Place [excerpt]
Talking Heads
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I have
I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain—and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Acquainted With the Night
Robert Frost
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
I was like Shutupandreadit
I was like Read this poem
He was like You must be joking
I was like Pleeease
He was like Fancy a drink?
I was like Get lost
He was like I really like you
I was like Read this poem then
He was like Do I have to?
I was like Yes
He was like Omigod she means it
I was like Shutupandreadit
He was like Gimme the poem
I was like Did you like it?
He was like What was that about?
I was like What did you think?
He was like It was like, like . . .
I was like That's the point
He was shocked, like.
Like
Helena Nelson
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
leave them.
As soon as you meet someone, you know the reasons why you will leave them.
Taxi Driver Wisdom
Monday, January 7, 2008
why?
I hadn't so much forgot as I couldn't bring myself to remember.
I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings
Maya Angelou
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Saturday, January 5, 2008
it's not about you.
I've got reservations
about so many things
but not about you
Reservations [excerpt]
Wilco
Friday, January 4, 2008
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)