“my job as an artist is to find beauty where there’s ugliness.” – sufjan stevens
Sunday Night – Raymond Carver November 5, 2009
Sunday Night
Make use of the things around you.
This light rain
Outside the window, for one.
This cigarette between my fingers,
These feet on the couch.
The faint sound of rock-and-roll,
The red Ferrari in my head.
The woman bumping
Drunkenly around in the kitchen . . .
Put it all in,
Make use.
- Raymond Carver
The Fixer September 16, 2009
When something’s dark, let me shed a little light on it
When something’s cold, let me put a little fire on it
If something’s old, I wanna put a bit of shine on it
When something’s gone, I wanna fight to get it back again
When something’s broke, I wanna put a bit of fixin on it
When something’s bored, I wanna put a little exciting on it
If something’s low, I wanna put a little high on it
When something’s lost, I wanna fight to get it back again
When signals cross, I wanna put a little straight on it
If there’s no love, I wanna try to love again
I’ll say your prayers, I’ll take your side
I’ll find us a way to make light
I’ll dig your grave, we’ll dance and sing
What’s saved could be one last lifetime
Fight to get it back again
Fight to get it back again
- Pearl Jam, “The Fixer”
Poetry of Carol Ann Duffy – UK Poet Laureate May 23, 2009
Poetry of Carol Ann Duffy UK Poet Laureate
Not a red rose or a satin heart.I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
It promises light
like the careful undressing of love.Here.It will blind you with tears like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.I am trying to be truthful.Not a cute card or a kissogram.I give you an onion.
Its fierce kiss will stay on your lips,
possessive and faithful
as we are,
for as long as we are.Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
Ecstasy January 2, 2009
You need not leave your room. Remain sitting at your
table and listen. You need not even listen, simply
wait, just learn to become quiet, and still, and
solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to
be unmasked. It has no choice; it will roll in ecstasy
at your feet.
-Franz Kafka
Obama, Too, Sings America! November 4, 2008
| I, Too, Sing America | ||
| by Langston Hughes | ||
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America. ------ |
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Congratulations to Barack Obama and family, and to myself and the other voters who made a great choice–the right choice!
Change! Yes! So grateful for this beautiful day, and everyday!
We needed this! All praises to the most High…to the Highest Good for All Concerned!
