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Tue, 14 Dec 2010 00:37:36 -0500

After The Storm - Mumford and Sons And there will come a time,...

Mon, 08 Nov 2010 12:24:45 -0500

After The Storm - Mumford and Sons

And there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.

it gets better…

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 16:38:16 -0400

it gets better…

Rice field terraces. Stunning texture and color….original...

Sun, 17 Oct 2010 01:15:58 -0400

Rice field terraces. Stunning texture and color….original photograph here.

Life

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 14:17:33 -0400

Man comes into this world without his consent and leaves it against his will. During his stay on earth his time is spent in one continuous round of contraries and misunderstandings. In his infancy he is an angel. In his boyhood he is a devil. In his manhood he is everything from a lizard up. In his duties he is a damn fool. If he is a poor man he is a poor manager, and has no sense. If he is rich, he is dishonest and is considered smart. If he goes to church he is a hypocrite. If he stays away he is a sinner. When he comes into the world everyone wants to kiss him, before he goes out, they want to kick him. If he dies young, he had a great future before him. If he lives to ripe old age, he is in the way. What’s the use, life is a funny proposition after all.

— Norfold Seabag

all my remaining pieces

Mon, 04 Oct 2010 23:59:00 -0400

the gypsy came with bottles
of brightly colored grace
and the smell of Tuesdays’ rain
he scattered with his left
a shaking tin of pennies in his right

all my remaining pieces
leathered from the dearth
a restless mass of miscreants
they bark and beg my ear
yet lie to me about the cost of war

the petitioners are circling
around my broken palace
they clamor at the lattice
and point their picket sticks
in the direction of the supposed deluge

all my remaining pieces
are tumbled smooth
stripped of tooth
unsorted here in fractured stacks
upon a fissured floor

in the parchment hues
of afternoon
the rainmaker passes his hat
he says I look good in blue
as the talking points slip from his sleeve

all my remaining pieces
some recognizable still
fettered eyes fixed to the sky
as toes cajole the cinders
they dance their rhythmic rite aside the fire

am I to believe this fiction
a droplet that can swallow up the past
yeah
me and Henny Penny

Unmade - Sleeping at Last

Thu, 30 Sep 2010 00:47:32 -0400

Unmade - Sleeping at Last

Athlete - Chances

Tue, 28 Sep 2010 11:06:00 -0400

Athlete - Chances

i have a wall of light

Tue, 28 Sep 2010 10:56:00 -0400

i have a wall of light
my cube was happy
maintenance man came around
with tubes of mercury
and fixed the unbroken fixtures
now the exquisite light is polluted
with bogus light
an unfiltered torrent of fluorescence
angry
angry at the light I did not ask for
angry at the world and the intrusion
can I stay a while
too much to ask
too much to hope for
in this homogenized habitrail
this civilized place
to stay a while unearthed

WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Tue, 28 Sep 2010 00:43:00 -0400

When I was 3 years old, I remember standing in front of a huge glass wall of water… my dad was to my left and my mother was to my right…and Eve, my twin sister was right beside me. We were peeking past the iron bars that separated us from the ‘wall.’ Within the wall, were giant, mysterious, slow-moving creatures… a shark… a school of fish.. a mane-ray. A giant sea turtle paddled by … and on its back… someone dressed like Aquaman. I asked my mother about the man…she said..”he’s taking care of the turtle.” My eyes were dinner plates. I did not know where I was at the time… but many years later, I asked my mother about this ‘dream’ of mine… and she says, oh, yes, we were there…

Sea World, 1970

A different view… As an artist, it’s hard not to see...

Mon, 27 Sep 2010 14:21:00 -0400

A different view…

As an artist, it’s hard not to see the exquisite beauty in the hues and textures caused by the recent oil spill… luscious coppery tones and cobalt glistening in the sun. These are some of the more stunning images I’ve seen lately…
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almost lover

Thu, 23 Sep 2010 13:48:00 -0400

almost lover :

This song… reminds me of all the missed opportunities in my lifetime. I guess everyone needs that go-to song to take them to that place… that place of reflection… contemplation… OK, I admit it.. I play it when I need to cry.

Almost Lover - by A Fine Frenzy

billy ruthcoe

Mon, 13 Sep 2010 16:08:02 -0400

MISS V: Ned.
NED: Hmn?
MISS V: I have a serious question for you.
NED: OK.
MISS V: Do you think it's possible that a person could live almost an entire lifetime make-believing like all she ever needed was not much more than God and pretty purses?
NED: (beat) Come again?
MISS V: How can I put this? Billy Ruthcoe.
NED: Billy Ruthcoe.
MISS V: Two years ago, famous incident, Brother Herbert was guest pastor over at 1st Baptist. Billy Ruthcoe, you remember, got so carried away in the moments just after he was baptized, he just couldn't contain himself and he made like he was climbing out of the water to go and dry off…but instead of doin that, he turned around and came running back and did a full out cannonball into the baptismal font.
NED: You want to do a cannonball into the baptismal font?
MISS V: No. No - yes! Yes, I do! That’s exactly what I want to do.
NED: You want the keys to the church...
MISS V: That is just like a man. I don’t want you to give me the keys to the church Ned. I want you to sit quietly and make all your sandwiches and look up from time to time with a knowing expression and shake your head in agreement or say I know it, I know it... or just maybe listen quietly and when it’s your turn to talk just mirror back to me once in a while what I’ve said, so I can let it go, is that too much to ask?
NED: Couldn’t I just give you the keys...

Paramore - The Only Exception

Mon, 13 Sep 2010 14:50:02 -0400

Paramore - The Only Exception

borrowed

Thu, 09 Sep 2010 15:03:00 -0400

wreckless
aware
you atop the flying bridge
me in flight
furious embrace
choking the vastness
lethal
epic
charged
cataclysmic undertow
lurching forward
reverse-thrust
wings flailing at the surface
tendrils tossed
lost and swirling brush the coral
down
down
down
into the void
unavailing eyes
heart ruptured from the depth
dispossessed
quiet now
return to her
as if I ever had you anyhow…

David Gray - Fugitive

Thu, 09 Sep 2010 11:08:49 -0400

David Gray - Fugitive

"They sicken of the calm, who know the storm."

Wed, 08 Sep 2010 23:27:48 -0400

“They sicken of the calm, who know the storm.”

- Dorothy Parker

piedra de sol

Wed, 08 Sep 2010 18:31:00 -0400

Piedra de Sol
(The Sun Stone)

[excerpt]

The two took off their clothes and made love
to protect our ration of paradise and time,
to touch our roots, to rescue ourselves,
to rescue the inheritance stolen from us
by the thieves of life centuries ago,
the two took off their clothes and kissed
because two bodies, naked and entwined,
leap over time, they are invulnerable,
nothing can touch them, they return to the source,
there is no you, no I, no tomorrow,
no yesterday, no names, the truth of two
in a single body, a single soul,
oh total being …

Octavio Paz
translated by Eliot Weinberger

vending machine

Wed, 08 Sep 2010 18:26:20 -0400

(From the screenplay "FIN AND EUBA") - INT. MORNING - LAUNDRY MAT - VENDING MACHINE - FIN and EUBA sit in the seats adjacent to the vending machine, scrutinizing their choices. FIN holds a dollar bill absent-mindedly.

Fin: I wonder if I was that snickers bar right now how I might just look around to the other snacks and just say ya’ll know what, ya’ll bore me to tears each and every day, the same damn thing day in and day out, just once I’d like to set next to some zapps or hot fries.

Euba: I just don’t think a Snickers bar would say that.

Fin: No?

Euba: Hmn mn. Besides, you know what, that Snickers Bar idn’t in there for too long anyway, cuz folks’ll eat the Snickers.

Fin: Well, ok, point, but take a look down there to the Dentyne. Now how long has that been in there?

Euba: I hadn’t ever seen anybody eat that Dentyne.

Fin: See! And that is a perfectly good spot for some zapps or hot fries, but does anybody ever ask or take note of what we want in there?

Euba: No, Fin, they do not.

Fin: (subsoncsicously playing with the dollar bill) I need change.

Kiwi

Wed, 08 Sep 2010 18:08:00 -0400

Kiwi