December 2009
10 posts
A Valediction Forbidding Mourning
by John Donne
AS virtuous men pass mildly away, And whisper to their souls to go, Whilst some of their sad friends do say, “Now his breath goes,” and some say, “No.”
So let us melt, and make no noise, No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move ; ‘Twere profanation of our joys To tell the laity our love.
Moving of...
“If Tom had learned anything, it was that you can’t ascribe great cosmic...”
– (500) Days of Summer
“You said, “Ain’t this just like the present
To be showing up like...”
– Bon Iver
Skyscrapers illuminated by the last gasps of a cherry sun
Peering out through a window, cold to the touch the cars on the 520 bridge are a string of Christmas lights snaking across the stagnant lake, a muted blue in the ensuing darkness This is home now a room six floors up a head so full it might erupt Sometimes what’s out there is too much to take in
