January 2011
16 posts
“So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is...”
– John Keating, Dead Poet’s Society (via thegirlwiththemessyhair)
Robert Frost: A Minor Bird
drunkenboat:
I have wished a bird would fly away, And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me. The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong In wanting to silence any song.
Egypt is burning and most westerners have no idea... →
k1mz0:
rosieloveswords:
androphilia:
By Parvez Sharma
January 28, 2011
Cairo is burning. So is Egypt. Twitter is exploding. Everyone seems to have an opinion—many who do have never even been to Egypt but feel a strong sense of solidarity with the most remarkable revolution in a generation, perhaps. A revolution which importantly is not really caused by Twitter or by Facebook—as much as...
Reach
Pleasing to every sense of the body And in every sense of the word
A blossomed flower To me, for me, if no one else
Petals falling into the river Drifting further away from me
A riddle wrapped in an enigma Really undecipherable
If you think reading is boring,
saintmorrissey:
You are reading the wrong books. Fact.
Boats
Morning sun, duller than usual
Cranes move their cranky joints
Stretching up and down
I am the only one standing
Behind me, the others
put up their feet
soaked in devil’s water
Am I truly alone
In facing the currents of life
The Eating Place
A massive room filled with chatter
Clanks of forks and spoons
Walls washed orange to green
Salt and pepper and oil waft the air
In my little red table I bite
My cheese and bread
One of my new year resolutions was to start writing some poetry. So here goes, poetry from Gary.
Two paths to the same end
I am stepping out onto a whole new plane
Two doors lie ahead, two different paths
One is open, the other closed unto me
One is all-inviting, the other locked, the key tossed
The latter seems foreboding, yet I yearn to enter
I look at the first door
Is it a trap, wanting to ensnare me, to hold me tight
Will its ideals threaten my dreams
Tearing away, slowly, bit by bit, morsel by morsel
...
“‘All literature is allegory’, he was saying, ‘You only know yourself, your own...”
– W. H. Auden (via giacona)
When you're at a restaurant and you see your food...
happpynesss:
Ahh, he’s so cute ^^