January 2011
40 posts
WatchFleet Foxes - Helplessness Blues
Am I going to see them play this time around? Absolutely!
In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
- Ezra Pound
I Can't Remember
People tend to say That remembering hurts But forgetting is just as painful I can’t remember Exactly what shade of blue Your eyes were I can’t remember What it felt like When you held me I can’t remember The tone of your voice When you laughed I can’t remember How your mouth tasted When you kissed me I can’t remember The sparkle in your eyes When you looked at me I...
Hegdehog's Dilemma
The hedgehog’s dilemma, or sometimes the porcupine dilemma, is an analogy about the challenges of human intimacy. It describes a situation in which a group of hedgehogs all seek to become close to one another in order to share their heat during cold weather. However, once accomplished, they cannot avoid hurting one another with their sharp quills. They must step away from one another....
“I have lived through much, and now I think I have found what is needed for...”
– Leo Tolstoy, Family Happiness
One of my favourite novellas ever.
“I had few loved ones or loyal friends in this country, which causes me grief. ...”
– The Wife’s Lament
“Let us consider where we should have our home, and then think how we may come...”
– The Seafarer
“But when the friendless man awakens again and sees before him the fallow waves,...”
– The Wanderer.
Baking/Cooking List for the Evening:
-Broccoli and Snow Pea soup
-Pickled Beets
-Squash Soup
-Zucchini Muffins
-Carrot Cookies
-Two Loaves of Bread
-Sticky Buns
We are good at this.
“One’s first love is said to be the most passionate love of which one is...”
– Abraham Cahan, The Rise of David Levinsky
Championing the Joys of Literature →
if anyone needs proof of the mysterious staying power of the book, look no farther than the appearance, on recent bestseller lists, of Mark Twain’s autobiography. His demise exaggerated, yet again.
I was perusing my beautiful friend Jacqueline’s blog this morning and came upon this entry, which I found really speaks to my own heart. I wanted to share these thoughts of hers, which are not only beautiful but also incredibly well written:
“People encounter God under shady oak trees, on riverbanks, at the tops of mountains, and in long stretches of barren wilderness. God shows up...
A Coat
I made my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
Out of old mythologies
From heel to throat;
But the fools caught it,
Wore it in the world’s eye
As though they’d wrought it.
Song, let them take it
For there’s more enterprise
In walking naked.
-William Butler Yeats: 1914, 1916
“Be still, my soul, I will act firmly and decisively according to what I think is...”
– Soren Kierkegaard.
I keep repeating this to myself. It helps when persuasive looks and sincere, foolish words falling from beautiful mouths are too poisonous and terrible to forget. To accept them would be to commit mutiny on my own soul, on all I believe is good and right.
WatchHelen Fisher Studies the Brain in Love.
“The God of love lives in the state of need”
I tried to be a girl who likes to be used I’m too good for that. There’s a mind under this hat, and I called them all and told them I’ve got to move.
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via lafinparfaite)