we make ourselves to be so much ( Read more... )

i'm so eager to fly, i'm afraid my wings will melt ....

i really am ready
to leave this scene now.

Where are the eagles and the trumpets?

Buried beneath some snow-deep Alps.
Over buttered scones and crumpets
Weeping, weeping multitudes
Droop in a hundred A.B.C.’s.
[tseliot]

That very seeing does not see ( Read more... )

cellardoor

is supposed to be the most beautiful combination of syllables in the english language, the most beautiful word. [donnie darko, see the movie].

phall if you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish. - james joyce, finnegans wake. what i believe to be one of the ( Read more... )

to let this love survive would be the greatest gift that we could give. [-indigo girls ( Read more... )

( should old acquaintence be forgot )

don't hate the solider, tired from fighting, for her absence at your table when she had so little so far and so long ago and she comes back stumbling but alive and so unsure that the ground beneath her won't suddenly explode , that you before her won't suddenly fire endlessly ceaselessly crossing death into the sky or her own self that has spent ( Read more... )

( hearts cry out )

( acting )