Tuesday, August 31, 2010

For Jenna at Smith

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/17/Smith-College-Class-1902-basketball-team.jpg/800px-Smith-College-Class-1902-basketball-team.jpg  

"You were set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment."  Annie Dillard 

image;Smith College Class 1902 basketball team

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The waning of summer

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Lord: it is time. The huge summer has gone by.
Now overlap the sundials with your shadows,
and on the meadows let the wind go free.

Command the fruits to swell on tree and vine;
grant them a few more warm transparent days,
urge them on to fulfillment then, and press
the final sweetness into the heavy wine. 

Whoever has no house now, will never have one.
Whoever is alone will stay alone,
will sit, read, write long letters through the
evening,
and wander the boulevards, up and down,
restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.
Rainer Maria Rilke


A Midsummer Night's Dream, 5. 1 
Rilke translated by Stephen Mitchell, 
"The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke" 
images: bricolage

Saturday, August 28, 2010

History demonstrates...

Nazi Tourette's
 "History demonstrates what a mistake it can be to treat a crazy fringe as merely that—particularly one with unfettered access to its audience and little sense of responsibility to distinguish between truth and fiction." Eric Alterman

“Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilized by education; they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.Charlotte Bronte
updates: loonypalooza
all via: bricolage

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Her song was never a nightingale

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she stood on his balcony
he asked her if she was
in the movie.i do what i can
to survive she said, balancing
the candles glued in her hair.

he kissed her.a mouth filled
with paper stars. teeth for
the archeologists to find.

the sun was sliced orange
against the sky. a veiled lady
in the garden held shears.
off with their heads, she screamed
at the flowers.

Zoe Miller
image: little augury via victoria thorne

Friday, August 20, 2010

Dieppe 2.

http://thethinkingtank.files.wordpress.com/2010/03/6a00d83451904a69e20120a88d9b8c970b.jpg
my way is in the sand flowing
between the shingle and the dune
the summer rain rains on my life
on me my life harrying fleeing
to its beginning to its end

my peace is there in the receding mist
when I may cease from treading these long 

                  shifting thresholds
and live the space of a door
that opens and shuts


:the thinking tank via the english muse

Monday, August 9, 2010

Splendor

Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;



















Sunday, August 8, 2010

Duras writes


"She says people ought to learn to live like them, with the body abandoned in a wilderness, and in the mind the memory of a single kiss, a single word, a single look to stand for a whole love."
~ Marguerite Duras 

Friday, August 6, 2010

Monday, August 2, 2010

Screensaver

:craigslist, Northampton, MA