Friday, April 30, 2010

Easy Livin'

Tim Barber

Inspiration Station

binds by Missy Princeadjectival / conflate(via drencrome)

Poet on the Edge


buklook2.jpg Read Bukowski image by jennybeanses

Morning Rock



Unfortunately, (now) I work weekends.
But Friday is still thrill.

Quintessential

Some bread and some grapes are left on the table. The two empty chairs are facing each other. Who knows what the moon’s wake illuminates, with its sweet glow, in the distant forests? It could happen, even at dawn, that a cold gust blows moon and mist away, and someone appears. A weak light reveals his throat rippling and his feverish hands grasping in vain for the food. The water continues to ripple, in darkness now. Neither the bread nor the grapes have moved. The smells torment this famished shade, unable even to lick the dew already condensed on the cluster of grapes. All things are distilled by the dawn; the chairs face one another, alone. - Cesare Pavese

Some bread and some grapes are left on the table.
The two empty chairs are facing each other.
Who knows what the moon’s wake illuminates,
with its sweet glow, in the distant forests?
It could happen, even at dawn, that a cold gust
blows moon and mist away, and someone appears.
A weak light reveals his throat rippling
and his feverish hands grasping in vain
for the food. The water continues to ripple,
in darkness now. Neither the bread nor the grapes
have moved. The smells torment this famished shade,
unable even to lick the dew already condensed
on the cluster of grapes. All things are distilled
by the dawn; the chairs face one another, alone.
-Cesare Pavese

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Slip-Up

binds, by William Glass

Still loathing over the fact that I'm the 'new girl'
learning 'these' ropes should be easy-peasy,
but since all is new, you're bound to be a knot in a tangled mess.
I guess you have to slip once or twice. Right?

The Spill

MMMM

what can we do to help?

Space Wanderer



“The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware.”

Brisk and Blustery

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On a blustery day (such as today)
I can't help but envision a quaint little outdoor restaurant.
The tables are finely dressed, adorned with murmuring customers enjoying
the sunlight and a glass of red wine.
Then, a violent gust of wind topples each and every glass,
causing a scramble of snapping limbs.

I have no reasonable explanation for this correlation.

When the Morning Comes!


Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Night:

bowling & beers

Gallantries



Despite her fragile appearance, she's like steel.

Morning Oddity

As I've mentioned in previous posts...
Every morning, immediately after waking, I start singing a single song that my dreamy subconscious left behind. (or humming)
*Every single morning* The spectrum is endless.
This morning it was:


I woke up this morning, singing this song.
I don't know whhhyyyy.

Busy Signal



There's courage involved if you want
to become truth.

There is a broken-open place in a lover.

Where are those qualities of bravery and
sharp compassion in this group? What's the
use of old and frozen thought?

I want a howling hurt. This is not a treasury
where gold is stored; this is for copper.

We alchemists look for talent that
can heat up and change.

Lukewarm won't do. Halfhearted holding back,
well-enough getting by?
Not here.

-Rumi

Monday, April 26, 2010

Wanderlust

useyoureyesdeadlyponies

One Take

Isadora Duncan dancer

“I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing.”

Poetic Passion



' I rise and fall, and time folds/into a long moment.'

Spinning



Today = Muddled Mind

Get some Tan on those Legs

Hooked

http://dailypoetics.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c13e953ef0120a9429aab970b-pi

O I am sincerely/Plumb crazy about your every thought and yearning...

Love Monday

Paddy and Jan Submitted by Rory

Open Air Cafe

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Pout

Marlene Marino

Splendid

Post Day 1

Zoning Out - - - -

Dance for Yourself



'You've got to dance like nobody's watching and love like it's never going to hurt'

It is What it Is

Riffing It

Too Grand

bastardette, sisterspock, 1000scientists

(2,000 posts and counting, sheesh.)

off to work this morn with my stomach all a flutter,
it always sucks to be the 'new girl'

Friday, April 23, 2010

Lanky Goodness



A gal can dream...about the past.

This Very Moment


Success, I'm employed thanks to a good buddy!
Just cracked open a victory Beer.
Happy Friday!

Good Weather Music



It's porch sittin' weather.
Cards, Cold Beer, and a Guitar.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Never lose your childlike innocence

Chuck and Kris Submitted by Rebecca

Laugh, Love.

Sun due the Shine

Keep close to Nature's heart



I'm always in Wonder of You, Dear Earth.
The elements of my soul.

'In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.'

Thursday Mood

thedepravity, wretchedthing, (via astronomie)

no one moves the ground

Katarina Sopčić

'Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.'

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

For Self



'Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.'

Inspiration Station

featured in Invisible city Issue 06

Insomnia



Monday, April 19, 2010

This Very Moment

Another Day Has Come And Gone,
But I'm a Happy Gal.

On Heavy Rotation



True Love Just Don't Grow On Trees

Wild & Free



Spent my youth wishing to be older;
now i'm clenching onto my youth.