quit defeat. |
"Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning toward dynamite. It is a feeling in t...
Posted by slug on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 06:31:00 PST |
ever nearer the day. |
"It is, I suppose, the common grief of children at having to protect their parents from reality. It is bitter for the young to see what awful innocence adults grow into, that terrib...
Posted by slug on Thu, 15 May 2008 09:22:00 PST |
having been. |
"He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day hi...
Posted by slug on Sat, 29 Mar 2008 02:12:00 PST |
freedom from. |
"We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have...
Posted by slug on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 06:05:00 PST |
circumlocution. |
how do you differentiate between loving & being in love?
Posted by slug on Tue, 15 Jan 2008 10:48:00 PST |
orange alert. |
"We do not know, we do not know. We shall live from day to day, and put more locks on the doors, and get a fine fierce dog when the fine fierce bitch next door has pups, and hold on to our handbags mo...
Posted by slug on Wed, 22 Aug 2007 05:57:00 PST |
in baghdad, dreaming of cairo: in cairo, dreaming of baghdad. |
'In Baghdad, Dreaming of Cairo: In Cairo, Dreaming of Baghdad'No more muffled drums!Uncover the drumheads!Plant your flag in an open field!No more timid peeking around.Either you see the beloved,or yo...
Posted by slug on Mon, 06 Aug 2007 01:04:00 PST |
too much. |
"And suddenly he realized that all his life he had done nothing but talk, write, lecture, concoct sentences, search for formulations and amend them, so in the end no words were precise, their meanings...
Posted by slug on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 04:58:00 PST |
easy 'a's. |
i've decided to pursue my honorary doctorate.haven't chosen the school yet. figure the right one will find me.law? medicine? some obscure, unpronunciable chemistry? library science?that's really up to...
Posted by slug on Thu, 07 Jun 2007 10:37:00 PST |
she has her eyes closed & he looks up to Heaven, & neither of them notice the grass is on fire. |
"The inward life tells us that we are multiple not single, and that our one existence is really countless existences holding hands like cut-out paper dolls, but unlike the dolls never com...
Posted by slug on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 12:21:00 PST |
