BLESTe BE Ye MAN Yt SPARES THES STONES

I love graveyards. Cemeteries. Boneyards. Cities of the Dead. They are quiet. There is a story for every stone or monument. You can visit for a conversation or just to be. I don’t think I want my body to be buried–though that has always interested me. If I could have, …

There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go. Tennessee Williams

Day 10: Tuesday, March 27, 2012 Prompt A: Talk about breaking someone else’s heart, or having your own heart broken. I had to leave. It was time. He was never going the direction I was going, though he tried. I was never going the direction he was going, though I tried. …

In starlit nights I saw you So cruelly you kissed me Your lips a magic world Your sky all hung with jewels ~Echo and the Bunnymen

The prompt for the 17th, which is not today, but which I decided to do today, because I’m like that is: Make a list of everyone you’ve ever had a crush on in your life, then choose one from the list and describe him or her in great detail. (Guest …

“If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of potential — for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints; possibility never.” Kierkegaard

OH damn. Damn damn damn.  This is the wish. I wish I felt like I did during college or grad school, or perhaps even my first job, when I just knew I was marking time until it got good. And it did, get good that is.  I had some amazing …

The electric things have their life too. Paltry as those lives are.~ Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep

From the time I was small I was fascinated by the ballerinas atop music boxes. I was sure that at night the small pink one would wake and dance her way across my room. I thought they met, somewhere secret with all the other small ballerinas and tiny walking toys …

Home is a place you grow up wanting to leave, and grow old wanting to get back to~John Ed Pearce

Well then, I almost forgot to write this. I guess I should do it before think about it too much to make any sense. I was thinking and talking tonight to my friend L about how friendships change. And this is probably a deeper subject than I’m capable of dealing …

If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.

~Thoreau (right?) Somehow I always want to attribute this to the Die Blechtrommel. I march to a very different drum. Part of this has to do with my past. It wasn’t easy and that is a considerable understatement. I hope, in the near future to be able to work with …