seen what they do to try and make it through each day.
Don't be alarmed there's something
out there waiting just for you someday.
from Everybody Cries
as performed by Jim Cuddy
Sunday, April 17, 2016
“Where, as again Vaughan writes, the liberated soul ascends, looking at the sunset towards the west wind, and hearing secret harmonies.”
from Temporary Kings
by Anthoney Powell
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
“There was still distance to travel, but I was on the way to drawing level with Mr. Deacon, as a fellow grown-up, himself no longer a figment of memory from childhood, but visible proof that life had existed in much the same way before I had begun to any serious extent to take part; and would, without doubt, continue to prevail long after he and I had ceased to participate.”
from A Buyer's Market
by Anthony Powell
Saturday, April 9, 2016
"By words the mind is winged."
from The Birds
by Aristophanes
Friday, April 8, 2016
"Centuries are nothing but what we make of them, figments of the rage for order."
from intro, interzone The 4th Anthology by John Clute
"We seek to stay in the present, even as the ghosts attempt to draw us away. Our father manning the loom of eternal return. Our mother wandering towards paradise, releasing the thread."