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

a woman's name?


A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose.

Sacred Emily [excerpt]
Gertrude Stein

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Monday, January 21, 2008

Clare:


Everything seems simple until you think about it.

The Time Traveler's Wife
Audrey Niffenegger

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

facts


Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.

Carl W. Buechner

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


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

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

outside. now.


The air smelled like rain waiting to happen.

From the Corner of His Eye
Dean Koontz