"Hail Mary, full of grace, save me from the human race."
-- Go Away Godboy
Sunday, September 9, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Movie: Henry and June
"I've done the vilest things - the foulest things - but I've done them... superbly."
-- June Miller
-- June Miller
Skinny White Chick Song Lyrics
"Oh, you were the truth of my running mascara
the moment my mask was no more
I offered me up sweet and bitter,
suspecting you’d courage to savor me down to my core"
-- Carousel
"She's a fever I don't want to avoid
It seems like she will still be standing
when the world's destroyed"
-- Fever
the moment my mask was no more
I offered me up sweet and bitter,
suspecting you’d courage to savor me down to my core"
-- Carousel
"She's a fever I don't want to avoid
It seems like she will still be standing
when the world's destroyed"
-- Fever
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
More Rumi
When I am with you, we stay up all night.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
When you're not here, I can't go to sleep.
Praise God for these two insomnias!
and the difference between them.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Saturday, June 23, 2007
More Rumi Poems
The way of love is not
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
~~~~~~~~~~~
A road might end at a single house
but it's not love's road.
Love is a river.
Drink from it.
a subtle argument.
The door there
is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles
of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling,
they're given wings.
~~~~~~~~~~~
A road might end at a single house
but it's not love's road.
Love is a river.
Drink from it.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers
"By in large, the dead aren't very talented: They can't play water polo, they can't lace up their boots... they can't dance for beans... There's one thing dead people excel at. They're very good at handling pain."
Monday, January 8, 2007
The Mirror Between Us by Rumi
The mirror between us is breath
mist when I speak. Your face
in water: I reach, the work
grows muddy. Even friend and
beloved are wrong words for this.
Even ahhhhh retreats back into
my mouth, the same if the moon's
behind cloud or being released.
A pure silent look is better.
mist when I speak. Your face
in water: I reach, the work
grows muddy. Even friend and
beloved are wrong words for this.
Even ahhhhh retreats back into
my mouth, the same if the moon's
behind cloud or being released.
A pure silent look is better.
Undressing by Rumi
Learn the alchemy true human beings
know: the moment you accept what
troubles you've been given, the door
will open. Welcome difficulty
as a familiar comrade. Joke with
torment brought by the Friend.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
then are taken off. That undressing,
and the naked body underneath, is
the sweetness that comes after grief.
know: the moment you accept what
troubles you've been given, the door
will open. Welcome difficulty
as a familiar comrade. Joke with
torment brought by the Friend.
Sorrows are the rags of old clothes
and jackets that serve to cover,
then are taken off. That undressing,
and the naked body underneath, is
the sweetness that comes after grief.
Another Country by James Baldwin
"Perhaps such secrets, the secrets of everyone, were only expressed when the person laboriously dragged them into the light of the world, imposed them on the world, and made them a part of the world's experience. Without this effort, the secret place was merely a dungeon in which the person perished; without this effort, indeed, the entire world would be an uninhabitable darkness; and she saw, with a dreadful reluctance, why this effort was so rare." -- pp 112
"Strangers' faces held no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment." -- pp172
"People don't have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you're dead, when they'lve killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn't have any character. They weep big, bitter tears, not for you. For themselves, because they've lost their toy." -- pp265
"My God. Aren't we a wonderful pair of slobs. Sitting here in this dark place, full of self-pity and alcohol, while our lovers are out there in the real world, seeing real people, doing real things, bringing real bacon into real homes - are they real? are they? Sometimes I wake up at night with that question in my mind and I walk around the house and go and look at the children. I don't want them to be like that. I don't want them to be like me, either." -- pp276
"Strangers' faces held no secrets because the imagination does not invest them with any. But the face of a lover is an unknown precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment." -- pp172
"People don't have any mercy. They tear you limb from limb, in the name of love. Then, when you're dead, when they'lve killed you by what they made you go through, they say you didn't have any character. They weep big, bitter tears, not for you. For themselves, because they've lost their toy." -- pp265
"My God. Aren't we a wonderful pair of slobs. Sitting here in this dark place, full of self-pity and alcohol, while our lovers are out there in the real world, seeing real people, doing real things, bringing real bacon into real homes - are they real? are they? Sometimes I wake up at night with that question in my mind and I walk around the house and go and look at the children. I don't want them to be like that. I don't want them to be like me, either." -- pp276
Confessions of a Pagan Nun by Kate Horsley
"Even a man in a cage can speak words, or if his tongue be cut out, hear them, or if his ears be filled with dirt, have them in his mind." -- pp9
"I see no reason to live other than to be free. A person does not have to do anything in this life but die. He may defy everything but death." -- pp9
"I wonder if Eve's seduction of Adam was the result not of evil moral frailty but of her reslessness. Perhaps Adam was more easily amused and satisfied than Eve, who wanted more than the life of a child in a pretty garden." -- pp23
"If we practice self-hatred, then the sacrifice we make of ourselves and our lives is not sacred, for it is then a gift of something we hate rather than of something that we have nurtured and loved." -- pp31
"I see no reason to live other than to be free. A person does not have to do anything in this life but die. He may defy everything but death." -- pp9
"I wonder if Eve's seduction of Adam was the result not of evil moral frailty but of her reslessness. Perhaps Adam was more easily amused and satisfied than Eve, who wanted more than the life of a child in a pretty garden." -- pp23
"If we practice self-hatred, then the sacrifice we make of ourselves and our lives is not sacred, for it is then a gift of something we hate rather than of something that we have nurtured and loved." -- pp31
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