Nightingale, sing us a song... Just got in from a spell in the garden, looking at leafhoppers in the gloaming. Earlier today I was walking into town and I remembered the one time I ever smoked alone. It must have been February, middle of the night and blustery snowing cold whipped this way and that by the wind. I had a sorry butt of a cigar ( Read more... )

And it's the rain that they predicted, it's the forecast ev'ry time... Raining now. First thunder of the summer. Sixty-some degrees out there, and it's summer now official ( Read more... )

It's Sunday morning, I can feel the side effects, you shake out your body and you wake up what's left, I spent too much money last night, I had too much to drink, spending too much time with myself and I don't know what to think... The ghosts of Friday night, for once this time. We're making time out of beer bottles and string. Woke up this ( Read more... )

"Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour" - Geoffrey Chaucer - Hold on, the night is coming and the starling flew for days, I'd stay home at night all the time, I'd go anywhere... I'm sitting here tonight making a mix ( Read more... )

"There was nothing either above or below him- and I knew it. He had kicked himself loose of the earth. Confound the man! he had kicked the very earth to pieces. He was alone- and I before him did not know whether I stood on the ground or floated in the air." - Joseph Conrad- Yesterday I found myself staring into space, rather like the sailor in ( Read more... )

"I saw the moray eels. Each one is alone in its cage. They are ferocious. They eat meat. In imperial times they dined on slaves, journalists tell us. They differ remarkably from other fish at every turn, and this ferocity sets them apart still more. Ferocity, you see, is one of the cardinal categories of man's life in society. This is ( Read more... )

"Well; and now tell me, is that which is carried in this state of carrying because it is carried, or for some other reason?" - Socrates- What's my line, I'm happy cleaning windows, take my time... I don't know how to write about washing dishes without sounding like I'm complaining. I wouldn't say that I like doing the dishes, but I enjoy it. I'm ( Read more... )

Here's to the bachelors and the bowery bums, and those who feel that they're the ones who are better off without a wife... Valentine's Day is never as awful as I imagine it. Weeks beforehand I dread it, fearing that the chilly dawn will find me hunkered down and swatting at love songs, gin burns all over my face. Actually today was pretty nice ( Read more... )

Face dances tonight, fate chances moonlight... I was going to call this one 'Our Second Wind' which I think is a more accurate summation of the thoughts that have been whizzing around my brain recently, and which are more or less mentioned here. However, in the interest of keeping up with the Year of Months project I'll reference these themes in ( Read more... )

"With reference to the narrative of events, far from permitting myself to derive it from the first source that came to hand, I did not even trust my own impressions, but it rests partly on what I saw myself, partly on what others saw for me, the accuracy of the report being always tried by the most severe and detailed tests possible. My conclusions ( Read more... )