Ophelia |
"The path once chosen is easier to tread.
Unable to stand ground,
I sank in the water instead"
I have been listening to the song Ophelia by Jessica Heine ( http://www.myspace.com/jessicahe...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 08:05:00 GMT |
Too late to Die Young |
Too late to crash,
Too late to burn,
Too late to die young.
When a youth in misery takes his life, it is a tragedy, a lamentable twist of fate. When a miserable old man takes his life, it is a ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 11:29:00 GMT |
It is Portly, Off-white, Bearded Philosopher History Month! |
I have problems with it being Black History Month.
1) It is undemocratic. Who decided that February would be reserved for contemplating the influence of members of a visible minority on popular cultur...
Posted by on Mon, 12 Feb 2007 12:01:00 GMT |
Life is ______. |
I am beginning to think that the way you characterize life is a value-added project. The meaning you give gives meaning. So I have been working on chracterizations that will make it all seem less blea...
Posted by on Sun, 11 Feb 2007 14:10:00 GMT |
on being as cool as you are |
I've been reading the Cynics again, which always makes me a bit weirder than expected.
I've been thinking about Clairol, earhair, tattoos, fake boobs, faking orgasms and Breakfast Club wisdom.
Yesterd...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Feb 2007 15:06:00 GMT |
dreams are creepy |
I hope that dreams do not reveal anything of our true selves. My dreams never make any sense...and I have this unflinching desire to make sense...some day.
I dreamt last night that I was a lead singer...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 12:40:00 GMT |
thinking of being a thinking being |
"You cannot trust the media," she said, with a level of conviction usually reserved for protecting cubs or steering planes into the financial hub of an evil empire, "The media is co-opted by corporate...
Posted by on Thu, 01 Feb 2007 08:08:00 GMT |
Roethke revelation |
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.I learn by going where I have to go.
Posted by on Mon, 25 Sep 2006 10:29:00 GMT |
Message from Monteverdi |
If, alas, when I gave you my heart,There was born in me that passion,Cruel Lady, which burns me everywhereSo that I am all aflame,And if, loving you, bitter tormentMakes me die of sorrow,Wretched me! ...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Sep 2006 23:46:00 GMT |
Friends Numb the Numbness |
For whatever reason (brain chemistry, philosophical self-mutilation, gradual erosion of sand foundations, inevitable recognition of the itchy-scratchiness of Being, undeniable fatigue in the face of c...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Sep 2006 13:00:00 GMT |
