December 2009
40 posts
Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus.
DEAR EDITOR: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, ‘If you see it in THE SUN it’s so.’ Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?
VIRGINIA O’HANLON. 115 WEST NINETY-FIFTH STREET.
VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except [what] they...
“Writing is a form of personal freedom. It frees us from the mass identity we see...”
– Don Delillo (via bookncoffee) (via booklover)
The Invitation
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to...
Blue Foundation - Eyes On Fire (via mizzlerocks)
2009 in photos (part 3 of 3) - The Big Picture -... →
Beauty in Everything - Photography →
At Thirty, Lynda Hull
Whole years I knew only nights: automats
& damp streets, the Lower East Side steep
with narrow rooms where sleepers turn beneath
alien skies. I ran when doorways spoke
rife with smoke & zippers. But it was only the heart's
racketing flywheel stuttering I want, I want
until exhaustion, until I was a guest in the yoke
of my body by the last margin of land where the river
mingles with...
2009 in photos (part 2 of 3) - The Big Picture -... →
NIGHT MADNESS POEM
There’s a poem in my head like too many cups of coffee. A pea under twenty eiderdowns. A sadness in my heart like stone. A telephone. And always my night madness that outs like bats across this Texas sky. I’m the crazy lady they warned you about. The she of rumor talked about —- and worse, who talks. It’s no secret. I’m here. Under a circle of light. The light always on, resisting a glass, an...
2009 in photos (part 1 of 3) - The Big Picture -... →
“When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to...”
– Mary Oliver
Miranda: Do you have a rolling pin?
Carrie: On me?
Miranda: In your kitchen.
Carrie: Are you kidding me? I use my oven for storage.
“Your reason and your passion are the rudder and sails of your seafaring soul. If...”
– Khalil Gibran
