December 2008
78 posts
Nico - These Days
Desiderata
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and stars; you have a right to be here. Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly, and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant; they too have their story. Avoid loud and aggressive...
After a While
After a while you learn the subtle difference Between holding a hand and chaining a soul, And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning And company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts And presents aren’t promises, And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a...
Nina Violet and the Invisible Orchestra - The Dog...
Air France - Collapsing at Your Doorstep
Evangelicals - The Last Christmas on Earth
Animal Collective - My Girls
Jens Lekman - A Sweet Summer’s Night on...
“My early work is the result of going around that very territory where I lived...”
– Grant Wood
Paul Simon - Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes
“It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of...”
– Confucius (via reluctantbuddha) (via whatson) (via yesyes)
Letter to a Mute
If I could reach you now, in any way At all, I would say this to you: This afternoon I walked into a thicket Of gold flowers that had no idea What they were after. They couldn’t hear a thing. I walked among a million small, deaf ears Breaking their gold into the afternoon. I think they were like you, golden, golden, Unable to express a single thing. I walked among them, thinking of you,...
Everything is Full of You
Everything is full of you and I am full of everything: the cities are full, and the cemeteries are full, you, with all the houses, me, with all the bodies. Down the streets, I will leave something that I will retake: pieces of my life come from far away. I go, feathered by agony against my will, to see myself in the threshold, in the bottom hidden since birth. Everything is full of me: of...
Lilypad - Untitled (5)
“I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the...”
– J.D. Salinger
The Cinnamon Peeler
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed and leave the yellow bark dust on your pillow. Your breasts and shoulders would reek you could never walk through markets without the profession of my fingers floating over you. The blind would stumble certain of whom they approached though you might bathe under rain gutters, monsoon. Here on the upper thigh at this smooth pasture neighbour to...
The Shout
We went out into the school yard together, me and the boy whose name and face I don’t remember. We were testing the range of the human voice: he had to shout for all he was worth, I had to raise an arm from across the divide to signal back that the sound had carried. He called from over the park — I lifted an arm. Out of bounds, he yelled from the end of the road, from the foot of the hill,...
Green Day - Church on Sunday