February 2012
28 posts
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A woman who cannot be ugly is not beautiful.
– Karl Kraus
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In A Motel Parking Lot, Thinking Of Dr. Williams...
I.
The poem is important, but
not more than the people
whose survival it serves,
one of the necessities, so they may
speak what is true, and have
the patience for beauty: the weighted
grainfield, the shady street,
the well-laid stone and the changing tree
whose branches spread above.
For want of songs and stories
they have dug away the soil,
paved over what is left,
set up their...
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This morning, with her, having coffee.
– Johnny Cash, when asked for his definition of paradise.
Any God I ever felt in church I brought in with me.
– Alice Walker
this is interesting.
January 2012
5 posts
Sleep. Those little slices of death. How I loathe them.
– Edgar Allan Poe
December 2011
15 posts
I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time...
– E.B. White
Named
He’d spent his life trying to control the names
people gave him; oh the unfair and the accurate equally hurt. Just recently he’d been a son-of-a-bitch and sweetheart in the same day, and once again knew what antonyms love and control are, and how comforting it must be to have a business card - Manager, Specialist - and believe what it says. Who, in fact, didn’t want his most...
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November 2011
16 posts
2 tags