January 2010
12 posts
If it were possible, I would:
somehow have a very tiny camera follow my headphones wherever they went throughout the day. in my pocket, in my ears, in my pocket, in my ears, in my back pack, under my binders, in my ears, in my back pack, on the table, on my bed, plugged into my computer. in my ears.
everywhere. because my little sony bumpin buds somehow seem to tangle themselves into impossible...
moving is living
“how much does your life weigh? Imagine for a second that you’re carrying a backpack. I want you to feel the straps on your shoulders, can you feel them? And I want you to pack it with all the stuff you have in your life. Start with the little things, things on shelves, in drawers, the nick-nacks, collectibles. Feel the weight as that adds up. Then you start adding larger stuff,...
if you can understand this poem, you might quite...
The More Loving One by W. H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With a passion for us we could not return? If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me. Admirer as I...
it’s really frustrating how difficult it is to figure out who some people are on tumblr. the default pictures are so small. ah!
setting:
man in orange vest cleaning up trash on the beach
amy sitting in the sand eating a pickle
trash man: are these your flip flops? (reaches to put them in trash bag)
amy: nope
..walks along beach..
trash man: so this isn't your dead pelican either? (reaches to put it in trash bag)
amy: mm nope.
but for grace
“every poet and musician and artist, but for grace, is drawn away from love of the things he tells, to love of the telling till, down in Deep Hell, they cannot be interested in God at all but only what they say about Him. For it doesn’t stop at being interested in paint, you know. They sink lower-become interested in their own personalities and then in nothing but their own...