a mind that is twice my own |
The Concert by Edna St. Vincent MillayNo, I will go alone.I will come back when it's over.Yes, of course I love you.No, it will not be long.Why may you not c... Posted by depth charge revolt on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 07:17:00 PST |
Spend some time with this one |
I never justify'd cutting off the King's Head, yet the Disasters that befel Kings when they begun to be Arbitrary, are not without their use, and are so many Beacons to their Successors to mark out th... Posted by depth charge revolt on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 08:54:00 PST |
read John Updike short stories . . . trust me |
Leaves by John UpdikeThe grape leaves outside my window are curiously beautiful. "Curiously" because it comes upon me as strange, after the long darkness of self-absorption and fear and shame in... Posted by depth charge revolt on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 08:22:00 PST |
another quote: sharing: so to speak |
A car rolls by on pillars of wet light. It is black, with a yellow stripe beneath the windows. It trumpets gruffly into the ear of the night, and its shadow passes... Posted by depth charge revolt on Tue, 31 Oct 2006 01:40:00 PST |
another quote |
Mr. Death, when you came to the ovens it was shortand to the drowning man you were likewise kind,and the nicest of all to the baby I had to abortand middling you were to all the crucified combined.But... Posted by depth charge revolt on Wed, 30 Aug 2006 10:32:00 PST |
crossroads |
More than any other time in history, mankind faces a crossroads. One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other, to total extinction. Let us pray we have the wisdom to c... Posted by depth charge revolt on Sun, 26 Feb 2006 07:32:00 PST |
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another quote |
He might, at another time, lambaste modern housing-the outskirts of Topeka covered with ugly pastel boxes arranged on phoney curving streets; the supermarkets, the widening highways, the land going un... Posted by depth charge revolt on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
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For the moment, all she hears is the slow thud of the blood in her ears, just as all she feels is the soft touch of the sun on her skin. That at least she does not have to invent: this d... Posted by depth charge revolt on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |