December 2010
18 posts
“Life is what we make it.”
“Cualquiera que se tome demasiado en serio corre el riesgo de parecer ridículo....”
– Václav Havel
Cause and Effect
the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them
- Charles Bukowski
“Always bear in mind that your own resolution to succeed is more important than...”
– Abraham Lincoln
Christmas, 1970
We assemble the silver tree, our translated lives, its luminous branches, numbered to fit into its body. place its metallic roots to decorate our first Christmas. Mother finds herself opening, closing the Red Cross box she will carry into 1976 like an unwanted door prize, a timepiece, a stubborn fact, an emblem of exile measuring our days, marked by the moment of our departure, our lives no longer...
“The only person standing in your way is you.”
– Thomas in Black Swan
Everywhere, Everywhere
amazing, how grimly we hold onto our misery ever defensive, thwarted by the forces. amazing, the energy we burn fueling our anger. amazing, how one moment we can be snarling like a beast, then a few moments later, forgetting what or why.
not hours of this or days or months or years of this but decades, lifetimes completely used up, given over to the pettiest rancor and hatred.
finally there is...
“Do not be afraid of my running into any excess, of my encroaching on your...”
– Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
Unrest
After a while you get comfortable listening to your blood pass over your bones. The love and hate battling every cell. If only alone didn’t mean peace. And together unrest.
- Laura Lush
From A Saucer of Loneliness
There is in certain living souls a quality of loneliness unspeakable, so great it must be shared as company is shared by lesser beings. Such a loneliness is mine; so know by this that in immensity there is one lonelier than you.
- Theodore Sturgeon
No More Ghosts
The patriarchal bed with four posts Which was a harbourage of ghosts Is hauled out from the attic glooms And cut to wholesome furniture for wholesome rooms; Where they (the ghosts) confused, abused, thinned, Forgetful how they sighed and sinned, Cannot disturb our ordered ease Except as summer dust tickles the nose to sneeze. We are restored to simple days, are free From cramps of dark necessity,...
“I don’t expect life to be easy. It hasn’t been yet and I’m not...”