Saturday, August 13, 2011

Friday, August 12, 2011

Tonight a falcon walked in, and my heart sank inside me.
Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

 Jack Gilbert

Monday, August 8, 2011

Ooh I promise not to do it again
I promise not to do it

I said it the last time
But this is the last time

Thursday, July 7, 2011

When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible. Jonathan Safran Foer

I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover.

Leonard Cohen

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Except from The River Merchant's Wife ; A Letter -

"At fifteen I stopped scowling,

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours

Forever and forever and forever.

Why should I climb the lookout?"

Ezra Pound

Monday, May 30, 2011

“I dreamed
that my death was white.
The gate of Hell, too, is white.”
- Tian Yuan