December 2009
10 posts
It takes a long time to grow young. Pablo Picasso
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are sonnets.
Oscare Wilde
EXCERPTS FROM MY MOTHER'S EDITORIAL NOTES ON MY... →
(via kristieneff)
Please, remember me My misery And how it lost me all I wanted Those dogs that love the rain And chasing trains The colored birds above there running In circles round the well And where it spells On the wall behind St. Peter’s So bright with cinder gray And spray paint ‘Who the hell can see forever?’ And..
Trapeze Swinger | Iron & Wine
The Way I See It #267
Music can lift us out of depression or move us to tears – it is a remedy, a tonic, orange juice for the ear. But for many of my neurological patients, music is even more – it can provide access, even when no medication can, to movement, to speech, to life. For them, music is not a luxury, but a necessity.
Oliver Sacks
Floating in the Forth, Frightened Rabbits
kristieneff:
So you just stepped out of the front of my house and I’ll never see you again. I closed my eyes for a second and when they opened you weren’t there. And the door shut shut I was vacuum packed, shrink-wrapped out of air And the spine collapsed and the eyes rolled back to stare at my starving brain, And fully clothed, I float away (I’ll float away) Down the Forth, into the sea I think...
The present is the ever moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.
Frank Lloyd Wright