Sometimes
everything
seems
so
oh, I don’t know.
–Joe Brainard, “Poem” from The Collected Writings of Joe Brainard
Notes: Poem – Thank you Beth @ Alive on All Channels. Photo by damian hovhannisyan (via see more)
It’s been a long day
December 5, 2018 by 16 Comments
It’s been a long day
November 28, 2018 by 26 Comments
On some nights it’s best to stop thinking about the past, and all that’s been won and lost.
On nights like this, just getting into bed, crawling between the clean white sheets, is a great relief.
— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic
Notes: Photo – windworkss. Quote – shitiunderline
It’s been a long day
November 8, 2018 by 15 Comments
Some days are like this:
you can’t move.
Can’t be moved.
What growth there is, is imperceptible.
A slow efflorescence.
— Thomas Centolella, from “Setsubun”, in Terra Firma
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you Astonishments. Photo: Julien Magre in Fisheye Magazine (via Mennyfox55)
- Definition of “Efflorescence“: the action or process of developing and unfolding as if coming into flower: Blossoming
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Saturday Afternoon
October 20, 2018 by 25 Comments
I went to the kitchen to start making lunch, but no sooner had I picked up a knife than I realized I was no longer ravenously hungry. Instead, I was very sleepy. I got a blanket, stretched out on the living room sofa, and promptly drifted off. I had a dream, a short one. It was clear and very vivid. But I couldn’t remember anything about it. Just that it was clear and vivid. It felt as though a fragment of real life had slipped into my sleeping mind by mistake. Then the moment I awoke, it fled like a quick-footed animal, leaving no trace behind.
~ Haruki Murakami, Killing Commendatore: A Novel. (October 9, 2018)
Photo: Yourtango
T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week
August 10, 2018 by 23 Comments
It’s been a long day
July 25, 2018 by 15 Comments
The mind is a hotel with a thousand rooms. When I tilt my head a certain way, I think about certain things. When I tilt my head another way, I think about other things. If I sleep on the right side of my face, for example, I’d dream of a pale rose, the future, or a continental diner in Passaic, New Jersey. When I sleep on the left side of my face, I’d dream that a hand is squeezing my heart, that I’m in prison, or that I’m watching hockey at an airport bar, about to miss a flight.
~ Linh Dinh, “The Mind” from All Around What Empties Out
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you Beth @ Alive on all Channels. Photo: Eric Rose via Seemore
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Monday Morning Wake-Up Call
July 16, 2018 by 8 Comments
Art: Esa Riippa with NENÄLLEHYPPIJÄ, 1978. (Translated by Leena Gonzalez as “Jumping on the Nose.”) Riippa is a Finnish visual artist who was born in 1947. (via Carnet Imaginaire)
It’s been a long day
June 6, 2018 by 14 Comments
Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet…Go to sleep…
Go to sleep. Let darkness
lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch.
You aren’t alone….
here are the blankets, layer on layer, down and down.
— Albert Goldbarth, from “The Sciences Sing a Lullaby” in The Kitchen Sink: New and Selected Poems, 1972-2007
Notes:
- Poem: Thank you Beth @ Alive on all Channels. Photo: via Your Eyes Blaze Out
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