Sunday 16 December 2012
HATELESS RELEASE.
— C. JoyBell C.
Monday 3 December 2012
KAFKA
Saturday 1 December 2012
FOOLISH & FANCY FREE.
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
YOU.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
RED EYES AND TEARS NO MORE FOR YOU MY LOVE I FEAR.
— Laurie Halse Anderson, Speak
Thursday 29 November 2012
BEWARE OF THE POETS HEART.
"Poetry can be dangerous, especially beautiful poetry, because it gives the illusion of having had the experience without actually going through it."
― Rumi,
RUMI LOVE.
"The minute I heard my first love story,
I started looking for you, not knowing
how blind that was.
Lovers don't finally meet somewhere.
They're in each other all along."
Rumi
FIELDS OF GOLD.
and rightdoing there is a field.
I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about."
― Rumi
Thursday 15 November 2012
WOODEN CHAIR- ANGUS STONE.
In another time
In another phase
In another line
In another heart
In another world
In another girl
We were feeling fine
We were in love
We were in love
In your father's tears
In all your mothers pain
In all the world's fear
We'd be the same
In another world
In another time
In another girl
We were feeling fine
We were in love
We were in love
Wednesday 14 November 2012
WHEN I DIE, PLEASE!
And at one point you'd hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him/her that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let him/her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her/his eyes, that those photons created within her/him constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you'll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they'll be comforted to know your energy's still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you're just less orderly.
"Tuesday 13 November 2012
SING NOW.
— Sarah Dessen
Monday 12 November 2012
NO THANKS.
— Brodi Ashton, Everneath
MINE ONLY.
― William S. Burroughs
Wednesday 7 November 2012
Tuesday 6 November 2012
PARDON MY HEART- NEIL YOUNG.
When all eyes are turned in
And a love isn't flowing
The way it could have been.
You brought it all on
Oh, but it feels so wrong
You brought it all on
No, no, no,
I don't believe this song
You brought it all on.
It's a sad communication
With little reason to believe
When one isn't giving
And one pretends to receive.
You brought it all on
Oh, but it feels so wrong
You brought it all on
No, no, no,
I don't believe this song
You brought it all on.
Pardon my heart
If I showed that I cared
But I love you
more than moments
We have or have not shared.
You brought it all on
Oh, and it feels so good
You brought it all on
When love flows
the way that it should
You brought it all on.
It feels so good
It feels so good
COWBOY PROBLEMS.
— Brodi Ashton, Everneath
Monday 5 November 2012
NOW.
— Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh