February 2012
53 posts
Throwdown
Goddamn it
What in Gods name is going on in here?
What was that ruckus?
Uh, what ruckus?
I was just in my office and I heard a ruckus
Could you describe the ruckus sir?
Broken down, grab a hold of my hand
Cleanse yourself
Now set yourself free
Broken, self-defeated, lost
You’ve got to give yourself some discipline
Libraryland: "Madmen" by Billy Collins →
libraryland:
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it out too early, they warn, your poem will fly away, and this time they are absolutely right. Take the night I mentioned to you I wanted to write about the madmen, as the newspapers so blithely call them, who…
A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
day 19
parents are people too
Day 18
The only thing that’s capital-T True is that you get to decide how you’re gonna try to see it. -DFW
