April 2009
“Relationships don’t work they way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won’t they? And then they finally do, and they’re happy forever. Gimme a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I’m telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. I...
Calm down Deep breaths And get yourself dressed instead Of running around And pulling all your threads and Breaking yourself up If it’s a broken part, replace it If it’s a broken arm then brace it If it’s a broken heart then face it And hold your own Know your name And go your own way Hold your own Know your own name And go your own way
all which isn't singing is mere talking, e.e....
poetry365:
all which isn't singing is mere talking and all talking's talking to oneself (whether that oneself be sought or seeking master or disciple sheep or wolf) gush to it as diety or devil -toss in sobs and reasons threats and smiles name it cruel fair or blessed evil- it is you (ne i)nobody else drive dumb mankind dizzy with haranguing -you are deafened every mother's son- all is merely...
We have survived for all these millenia because we have been able to eat. And...
– Paolo Coelho, The Witch of Portobello
This Is Not an Elegy, Catherine Pierce
poetry365:
At sixteen, I was illegal and brilliant, my fingernails chewed to half-moons. I took off my clothes in a late March field. I had secret car wrecks, secret hysteria. I opened my mouth to swallow stars. In backseats I learned the alchemy of guilt, lust, and distance. I was unformed and total. I swore like a sailor. But slowly the cops stopped coming around. The heat lifted its...
We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking...
– E.B. White
robot chicken
Aslan: this is why children should read good Christian literature instead of Harry Potter books.
…: did you see that play with Daniel Radcliffe’s penis?
Aslan: What kind of question is that to ask the Jesus allegory lion!?… but yes.
I like my women like I like my dreidels—bottom-heavy.
– Robot Chicken.
I almost cried from laughing so hard.
Undivided Attention
A grand piano wrapped in quilted pads by movers, tied up with canvas straps - like classical music’s birthday gift to the insane - is gently nudged without its legs out an eighth-floor window on 62nd street. It dangles in April air from the neck of the movers’ crane, Chopin-shiny black lacquer squares and dirty white crisscross patterns hanging like the second-to-last note of a...
I may not always win but I always fight.
– my lovely friend, Gretchen
…and I learned that if I’m ever going to change the world,...
– Taylor Mali, Like Lily, Like Wilson