From James Baldwin’s Blues for Mister Charlie:
The eyes of God – maybe those eyes are blind – I never let myself think that before.
Archive for October, 2008
The blues.
Posted in shiny things, tagged God, human, race on October 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
An unlikely source.
Posted in shiny things, tagged love, madonna, sex on October 28, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Rejection is the greatest aphrodisiac.
Madonna
Requiem.
Posted in shiny things, tagged body, death, feel, hide, hurt, life, love, lovely, mother, return, see, soul on October 23, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Rescue” by Jason Shinder
When the doctor inserts his two fingers
into my mother’s rectum, the pupils of her eyes
move like blue-fish under the ice in a bucket
before they are carried away.
I am climbing out of a well and offering her some water.
I am picking up her body which weighs
less than her [...]
“See the cat? See the cradle?” 2
Posted in shiny things, tagged creation, genesis, God, human condition, man, us, why on October 19, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Again, Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle:
Man blinked. “What is the purpose of all this?” he asked politely.
“Everything must have a purpose?” asked God.
“Certainly,” said man.
“Then I leave you to think of one for all this,” said God. And He went away.
“See the cat? See the cradle?”
Posted in shiny things, tagged boko-maru, bokonon, cat, cradle, God, illusion, kurt, lies, religion, sacred, truth, vonnegut on October 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
From Kurt Vonnegut’s Cat’s Cradle:
“What is sacred to Bokononists?” I asked after a while.
“Not even God, as near as I can tell.”
“Nothing?”
“Just one thing.”
I made some guesses. “The ocean? The sun?”
“Man,” said Frank. “That’s all. Just man.”
a favorite.
Posted in shiny things, tagged amy, cancer, death, fade, flowers, forget, goodbye, life, lover, mason jar, memory, plough, show, smoke, sorrow, stove, try, tudor on October 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Amy Tudor’s “I Try to Tell My Lover Where I Came From”
I begin with the flowers,
a field of purple heads like a crowd of children.
Next I show you the plough behind the house,
cocked into the mud where he emptied
the chamber pot, where the earth was rich
and red and heavy with the milk
and urine odor of [...]
Proverbs
Posted in shiny things, tagged proverbs on October 18, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
If you cannot catch a fish, do not blame the sea. –Greek
Never send a chicken to bring a fox home. –Irish
A lovesick person looks in vain for a doctor. –West African
A good archer is known not by his arrows, but by his aim. –English
Six feet of earth makes us all of one size. –Italian
The road [...]
Someone to dance with.
Posted in shiny things, tagged aaron, anger, black flower, boston, burkard, creation, desperation, healing, hurt, loneliness, loss, love, michael, pain, poet, sadness, self-worth, smallness, smith, sorrow, truth on October 17, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“anger” by Michael Burkard
when you have produced a black flower which ends more than one sentence
when you sit between the wall and the broken face of your own life
when you have hardened because the moon inside you was lost and found
and lost again
when you found your moon a week later in a pawn [...]
Nurse Ratched vs McMurphy
Posted in shiny things, tagged 60s, Cuckoo, humor, Kesey on October 2, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
From Ken Kesey’s One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest:
When she’d posted work assignments on the bulletin board, and he read that she’d given him latrine duty, he went to her office and knocked on that wnidow of hers and personally thanked her for the honor, and told her he’d think of her every time he [...]
