September 2010
54 posts
what did exist: things shouldn't be so hard, kay... →
libraries:
A life should leave deep tracks: ruts where she went out and back to get the mail or move the hose around the yard; where she used to stand before the sink, a worn-out place; beneath her hand the china knobs rubbed down to white pastilles; the switch she used to feel for in the dark almost…
“The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at...”
– Derek Walcott (via theyellowdoorpaperie)
“Hearing your laughter
smooths and flattens the wrinkles
of my ruffled life.”
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via michelleums)
Paradox
fairlightday:
thechaosandconfusion:
We have bigger houses but smaller families;
More conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less sense;
More knowledge, but less judgment;
More experts, but more problems;
More medicines, but less healthiness;
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We build more...
“Shyness is nice and shyness will stop you from doing all the things in life...”
– The Smiths, “Ask” (via allegra) (via pinpricks) (via merricat) (via razzledazzlerose) (via greengreengloves) (via honeyhands) (via libraries, skeletonsdance)
“Tell the truth, have you ever found God in church? I never did. I just found a...”
– Alice Walker, The Color Purple (via theyellowdoorpaperie)
{ whimsicalities }: Work should always be... →
Work should always be associated with joy…The story is told of three women washing clothes. A passerby asked each what he was doing.
” Washing clothes. ” Was the first answer.
” A bit of household drudgery.” Was the second.
” I’m mothering three young children who will someday fill important…
“The supreme prayer of my heart is not to be learned, rich, famous, powerful, or...”
– Elbert Hubbard, Love, Life & Work; Roycroft Press, 1906 (via justbesplendid) (via michelleums)
what did exist: catch a body, ilse bendorf →
Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell anybody anything” is a string of words I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract by laser from the ribcage of all of us who ever believed it, who felt afraid to miss someone, to be the last one standing….
what did exist: the maple, bob hicok →
is a system of posture for wood. A way of not falling down for twigs that happens to benefit birds. I don’t know. I’m staring at a tree, at yellow leaves threshed by wind and want you reading this to be staring at the same tree. I could cut it down and laminate it or ask you to live…
