April 18, 2014

April 17, 2014

I fell asleep last night unaided by the wiles of Nyquil. My dreams were clear and pure.

You and I were at a coffee shop; we had just met and were now engaged in marvelous conversation. Gabriel Garcia Marquez watched us with a keen interest from a few tables over. He was narrating our tale, noting that a great deal of our fates had been defined by that simple act of having met one another. But we were wholly oblivious to the wise, old Colombian observing us. I was very glad to be in your presence and we carried on unencumbered by our fates.

• • •

It’s Tuesday and the city smells like motor oil. Whoever you are, you certainly don’t talk to me anymore.

“NEXT STOP HEAVEN,” a sign outside a soup place proclaims. It didn’t sound like a bad idea after such a weary day of occupying the earth. 

April 17, 2014

Today is the last day my class will meet and I brought in two dozen donuts for each of my classes. One kid was like, “AWWWWW, YES” and took seven.

April 15, 2014

April 13, 2014
"If the future and past do exist, I want to know where they are."

— Augustine of Hippo, Confessions

April 11, 2014
"Listen.” the doctor said, putting down his glass. “My war brought me many things; let yours bring you as much. Life is not to be told, call it as loud as you like, it will not tell itself. No one will be much or little except in someone else’s mind, so be careful of the minds you get into, and remember Lady Macbeth, who had her mind in her hand. We can’t all be as safe as that."

— Djuna Barnes, Nightwood

April 11, 2014

I have learned how to differentiate male and female carpenter bees so that I can identify whether or not my apprehension is legitimate as they fly unnervingly close me as I read beneath the eaves.

(Male carpenter bees cannot sting; females rarely do. A male has a large white patch on his forehead.)

April 9, 2014
"This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body."

— Walt Whitman, Preface to Leaves of Grass, 1855

April 9, 2014
"Caution seldom goes far enough."

— Walt Whitman, Preface to the 1855 Leaves of Grass

April 7, 2014

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