Tuesday, February 24, 2009

You seem to be stuck...



… for we were not strong, only aggressive; we were not free, merely licensed; we were not compassionate, we were polite; not good but well behaved, and hid like thieves from life. We substituted good grammar for intellect, we switched habits to simulate maturity; rearranged lies and called it truth… ~Toni Morrison. The Bluest Eye.

Some days, I just can't keep my mouth shut--so help me. There Poe, is your Imp of the Perverse. "I'm taking up too much emotional space," I said vexed, "I've got to put myself back into the box."

Monday, February 23, 2009

Musician and Mortician - the tatoo on his right calf.

William Blake : The Fly

Little fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?

For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,

Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
William Blake (1757-1827)
pub - 1793

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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

There's a lot of hope out there...















Unfortunately, we still need dirt. But frost cloth was on the list and Gloria got that yesterday. The weather has been so mild, it's tempting to get started planting soon!! Oh. And after having dug holes like a pack of crazed prairie dogs, to bury the 4 corner posts, we realized we hadn't squared the darned thing with the fence. (?!) We'd been talking about one for awhile, so we're pretty excited.

Visiting the Bees