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Sail away

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 18:33:01 -0500

Sail away

When you wonder if you should do what you’re doing, the...

Sat, 08 Dec 2012 18:47:00 -0500

When you wonder if you should do what you’re doing, the question is simple: Would you want someone to do the same thing to you?

“Anything is better than lies and deceit.”

— Leo Tolstoy, “Anna Karenina”

And it starts in my soul And I lose all control When you kiss my...

Mon, 03 Dec 2012 21:11:21 -0500

And it starts in my soul
And I lose all control
When you kiss my nose
The feeling shows
‘Cause you make me smile, baby

— Colbie Caillat, “Bubbly”

http://youtu.be/AWGqoCNbsvM

“I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your...

Sun, 02 Dec 2012 19:21:00 -0500

“I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
—Rainer Marie Rielke, “Letters To A Young Poet”

http://youtu.be/8zNf4sOO_mg

http://soundcloud.com/the-redfords/make-you-feel-my-love When...

Sun, 11 Nov 2012 23:38:09 -0500

http://soundcloud.com/the-redfords/make-you-feel-my-love

When the evening shadows
And the stars appear
And there is no - one there
To dry your tears
I could hold you
For a million years
To make you feel my love

“Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and...

Sat, 10 Nov 2012 19:19:00 -0500

“Photography is all about secrets. The secrets we all have and will never tell.”

— Kim Edwards, “The Memory Keeper’s Daughter”

For your cactus thorns, I offer a home of rose petals and light....

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 23:23:00 -0400

For your cactus thorns, I offer a home of rose petals and light. Rest with me, my love. My faith in you is eternal.

If light is in your heart, you will find your way home. —...

Sun, 28 Oct 2012 18:22:49 -0400

If light is in your heart,
you will find your way home.

— Rumi

I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh I wanna hold...

Sat, 27 Oct 2012 08:30:23 -0400

I wanted you to know
I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph;
I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain

http://youtu.be/hPC2Fp7IT7o

Walking Around by Pablo Neruda As it happens, I am tired of...

Sun, 21 Oct 2012 17:53:00 -0400

Walking Around
by Pablo Neruda

As it happens, I am tired of being a man.
As it happens, I go to the tailor and to the cinema
shriveled, impervious, like a swan made of felt
flowing on the waters of origin and ash.

The smell of the barber shop makes me sob.
I want a break from stone and wool.
I want to stop seeing institutions and gardens,
commodities, eyeglasses, elevators.

As it happens, I am tired of my feet and my nails,
my hair and my shadow.
As it happens, I am tired of being a man.

Nonetheless, it would be delicious
to frighten a notary with a fresh-cut lily,
or mortify a nun with a smack on the ear.
It would be lovely
to roam the streets with a green knife
yelling until I froze to death.

I do not want to go on like a root in the dark,
wavering, stretched out, shivering with a dream,
down, into the moist guts of the earth,
absorbing and thinking, consuming daily.

I do not want such misfortunes.
I do not want to continue rooting to the tomb,
alone underground with a cellar full of corpses
frozen solid, killing me with sorrow.

This is why Monday burns like gasoline
when I show up with my jailbird face,
and howls on its way like a wounded wheel
and takes hot-blooded steps into the night.

It pushes me to familiar corners, damp houses,
hospitals where the bones fly out the windows,
to cobbler shops that smell of vinegar,
terrible, cavernous streets.

There are sulfur-colored birds, and foul intestines
hanging over the doors of these houses,
false teeth misplaced in a cafeteria,
there are mirrors
that should be crying with shame and horror,
everywhere umbrellas, poisons, umbilical cords.

I walk calmly, with eyes, shoes,
rage and oblivion,
step through office buildings and orthopedic shops,
and courtyards where washing hangs from the line:
underwear, towels, and shirts that weep
slow filthy tears.

He Who Never Loved Me: A Love Letter

Fri, 19 Oct 2012 22:48:00 -0400

As certain as the knowledge that seasons change, as true as rainfall in summer — my eyes are open: you never loved me.

You may have thought you did. I wanted to believe you did. Illusions are the heart’s candy.

It is only fall but it is winter in my heart.

Where he used to daydream … I’m sorry. Please come...

Fri, 12 Oct 2012 00:36:00 -0400

Where he used to daydream …

I’m sorry. Please come back.

http://youtu.be/uG0qiVW-mdI Message Personnel Mais si tu crois...

Sat, 06 Oct 2012 14:57:00 -0400

http://youtu.be/uG0qiVW-mdI

Message Personnel

Mais si tu crois un jour que tu m’aimes
Ne crois pas que tes souvenirs me gênent
Et cours, cours jusqu’à perdre haleine
Viens me retrouver…

Mais si tu crois un jour que tu m’aimes
Ne le considère pas comme un problème
Et cours, cours jusqu’à perdre haleine
Viens me retrouver
Si tu crois un jour que tu m’aimes
N’attends pas un jour, pas une semaine
Car tu ne sais pas où la vie t’emmène
Viens me retrouver
Si le dégoût de la vie vient en toi
Si la paresse de la vie
S’installe en toi
Pense à moi
Pense à moi.

“Do not be angry with the rain. It simply does not know...

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 20:38:00 -0400

“Do not be angry with the rain. It simply does not know how to fall upwards.” — Vladimir Nabokov (Taken with Instagram)

“And yet I love him. I love him so much and so dearly, that...

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 21:39:00 -0400

“And yet I love him. I love him so much and so dearly, that when I sometimes think my life may be but a weary one, I am proud of it and glad of it. I am proud and glad to suffer something for him, even though it is of no service to him, and he will never know of it or care for it.”

— Charles Dickens, “Our Mutual Friend”

“Her heart—is given him, with all its love and...

Sat, 29 Sep 2012 15:36:06 -0400

“Her heart—is given him, with all its love and truth. She would joyfully die with him, or, better than that, die for him. She knows he has failings, but she thinks they have grown up through his being like one cast away, for the want of something to trust in, and care for, and think well of.”

— Charles Dickens, “Our Mutual Friend”

Forsaken

Fri, 28 Sep 2012 23:34:00 -0400

Forsaken

I believe there is something else entirely going on but no...

Tue, 18 Sep 2012 20:16:00 -0400

I believe there is something else

entirely going on but no single
person can ever know it,
so we fall in love.

— Matthew Rohrer, “Credo”

“She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to...

Wed, 05 Sep 2012 22:00:00 -0400

“She better liked to see him free and happy, even than to have him near her, because she loved him better than herself.”

— Charles Dickens, “Barnaby Rudge”

“Truly wonderful the mind of a child is.” —...

Sun, 02 Sep 2012 16:11:00 -0400

“Truly wonderful the mind of a child is.”

— Yoda