Thursday, April 21, 2011

Thursday, April 14, 2011

"You may live thousands of my days, but I have thousands of moments to be happy in. Do you think all the beauty in the world will die when you do?"
- Hans Christian Anderson; The Last Dream of the Oak Tree

Sunday, April 10, 2011

In this old tourist town

this is a big world, that was a small town

him: you're thinking about things I'm only just starting to think about now. you're figuring out things I'm not even ready to face yet.

her: I feel like I've missed so much, being here already. like I'm lacking something crucial.

him: you haven't missed anything.
you're somewhere we can only dream of

I am ready to look a little bit awkward, to have my confidence raked across the coals. I am not how I was before. I have begun this long, winding, darkened path, but a path nonetheless; on my way to turning around.

If, by the time you get here, the telephone

is dangling from its carriage

d emptying itself into the room, it is

because I have gone outside to repair

the night through a colander of stars

- Jeramy Dodds

Saturday, April 9, 2011

I once had a conversation with my typing teacher about eternal life. He wanted me to define specifically what it was about the world that I wanted to experience. Smoking, drinking, writhing on a dance floor to the Rolling Stones? Not exactly, I told him, although I did think highly of Exile on Mainstreet. Then what, he kept asking me. Crime, drugs, promiscuity? No, I said, that wasn't it either. I couldn't put my finger on it. I ended up saying stupid stuff like, I just want to be myself, I just want to do things without wondering if they're a sin or not. I want to be free. I want to know what it's like to be forgiven by another human being (I was stoned obviously) and not have to wait around all my life anxiously wondering if I'm am okay person or not and having to die to find out.

- a complicated kindness