January 2010
22 posts
“Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever...”
– JD Salinger
- may you be buried in the ocean and not in the ground like you once desired- where no one will bring you any flowers-
(via kelsoky)
(via jordywordy)
one more version of my favorite song.
JT’s version of “Hallelujah” for the Hope for Haiti Now album is absolutely beautiful.
100% of the benefits from the album go to Haiti. buy it!
I wrote this a while ago, but revised it last...
Let us put out of mind
with no pride
those who never could cherish us
– Pablo Neruda
I could have listened
to storms with you
for the rest of my life.
But you couldn’t know me,
our darknesses the same.
I remember the night last April
I read you those lines from Neruda.
You sat with your long arms
around my friend’s guitar
rapt.
Your eyes bled,
with recognition
of another man’s...
thank you for reminding me.
To Earthward
Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air
That crossed me from sweet things,
The scent of -- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?
I had the swirl and ache
From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.
I craved sweet things, but those
Seemed strong when I was young;
The...
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The whole ground trembles
from this unholy death rattle.
This death is our own,
a slow killing of which we are both
victims and perpetrators.
As we look on in stunned sadness,
I hear laughter coming from somewhere in the back.
“Who laughs at death?”
I do. The laughter is my own.
I laugh at her because I know
hers is the trick of blackness
before light.
- A.A.
sorry, Kels . . .
“he just wants to hump and pump”
- K Mc.
Sonnet XVII
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you...
how my mom keeps me from doing stupid things:
“you mean more to me than anything”
cheats and liars
“When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time”
- Maya Angelou
you say you want a revolution!
I know revolution ≠resolution, but I heard that song on the radio this week and I suppose it’s vaguely apropos. anyway, here is a link to my New Year’s resolutions on my real blog:
http://anailie.blogspot.com/
I will travel to You, Lord, through a thousand blind alleys.
You want to bring me to You through stone walls.
- from Thomas Merton’s Dialogues with Silence
