from Sunday Morning by Stephen Styrsky:
When Nathan first slept in the family’s heirloom, his fear was of falling off. His first serious boyfriend also admitted it scared him, and they broke up soon after he tumbled out one evening. Nathan ascribed no connection to either event. Most people who have used the bed take time [...]
Archive for November, 2008
“semiconscious in the dark”
Posted in shiny things, tagged assurance, confidence, fall, fiction, gay, intimacy, loneliness, love, peace, sex, Stephen, styrsky, Sunday Morning, togetherness on November 30, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
The world without eyes, ears.
Posted in shiny things, tagged art, autobiography, blind, deaf, education, God, heaven, Helen, Keller, knowledge, Ladies' Home Journal, limitation, love, nonfiction, obstacle, overcome, poetry, prose, religion, story, The Story of My Life on November 22, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
From Helen Keller’s autobiography, The Story of My Life:
Thus I came up out of Egypt and stood before Sinai, and a power divine touched my spirit and gave it sight, so that I beheld many wonders. And from the sacred mountain I heard a voice which said, “Knowledge is love and light and vision.”
Great poetry, [...]
” “Is that really true?” the man asked in anguish.”
Posted in shiny things, tagged anxiety, carol, detroit, family, firebomb, human condition, hurt, joyce, loneliness, love, oates, peace, riot, selfish, seperation, sorrow, them, time, truth, victim on November 19, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
from Joyce Carol Oates’s them, as spoken by Loretta while sitting in a YMCA after her apartment building was firebombed during the Detroit riots:
“It makes me feel more alone to think I had kids, and they went off,” she said. She spoke with dignity, slowly, choosing her words. All the television broadcasts had made her [...]
Rich’ with Joy’.
Posted in shiny things, tagged aids, carol, core, death, detroit, fear, heart, horror, joyce, late, love, oates, pain, richard, rodrigues, san francisco, them, victorians on November 11, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Richard Rodriguez, from Late Victorians:
AIDS, it has been discovered, is a plague of absence. Absence opened in the blood. Absence condensed into the fluid of passing emotion.
Joyce Carol Oates, from Them:
Of his hours spent in bed dreaming, his hours at work, the way in which he put on his shoes – no one cares – [...]
