March 2012
28 posts
“I slipped into America via baseball. The language intrigued me. The squeeze...”
– Colum McCann, What Baseball Does to the Soul
We’re so close to it…
Summer was another country
Holiday by Adrienne Rich
Summer was another country, where the birds
Woke us at dawn among the dripping leaves
And lent to all our fetes their sweet approval.
The touch of air on flesh was lighter, keener,
The senses flourished like a laden tree
Whose every gesture finishes in a flower.
In those unwardened provinces we dined
From wicker baskets by a green canal,
Staining our lips with...
What Kind of Times Are These
There’s a place between two stands of trees where the grass grows uphill
and the old revolutionary road breaks off into shadows
near a meeting-house abandoned by the persecuted
who disappeared into those shadows.
I’ve walked there picking mushrooms at the edge of dread, but don’t be fooled
this isn’t a Russian poem, this is not somewhere else but here,
our country moving...
Drive to Bars. →
“The song’s lyrics speaks of a woman who finds love in a hopeless place.”
– We Found Love - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (via bobbyfinger)
On Crazy →
“The leaves have changed a time or two
Since the last time the train came...”
– Civil Wars, My Father’s Father
Morning inspiration →
