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2 Plays
Posted October 21, 2009 at 11:46pm
Your name is like a golden bell
Hung in my heart; and when I think of you,
I tremble, and the bell swings and rings—
“Roxane!” …
“Roxane!” … along my veins, “Roxane!” …
Hung in my heart; and when I think of you,
I tremble, and the bell swings and rings—
“Roxane!” …
“Roxane!” … along my veins, “Roxane!” …
— Cyrano, Act III of Cyrano de Bergerac
Posted October 5, 2009 at 2:43pm
‘I was also afraid of committing a mistake…’
I like the idea of a mistake being thought of as a crime.
I like the idea of a mistake being thought of as a crime.
—
Ghandi quote, from Emma’s blog
Monarch Butterflies
Just like birds, monarchs migrate south for the winter, traveling between 1,200 and 2,800 miles (at a rate of about 50 miles a day) to their wintering spot in central Mexico. It’s thought that they use an internal sun compass to find the way.
David Attenborough presents the amazing lyre bird, which mimics the calls of other birds - and chainsaws and camera shutters - in this video clip from The Life of Birds. This clever creature is one of the most impressive and funny in nature, with unbelievable sounds to match the beautiful pictures. From the BBC.
Posted September 8, 2009 at 4:08pm
The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.
— Edward R. Murrow
Posted September 5, 2009 at 10:13pm
Vernors is a flavored golden ginger ale aged for four years in oak barrels before bottling. It was the first U.S. soft drink, originating in 1866, although it was modelled on imported Irish ginger beers. In Detroit, Michigan, a drink made with vanilla ice cream and Vernors ginger ale is called a Boston cooler. The name is not taken from Boston, Massachusetts, where this combination is unknown, but from an establishment on Boston Boulevard in Detroit where it is said to have been invented.
Posted September 2, 2009 at 12:22am
i carry your heart with me ( i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
you go, my dear, and whatever is done
by only me, is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has meant
and whatever a son will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret, nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide),
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
— e.e. cummings, Poem 92 (of 95)
Posted August 28, 2009 at 12:57am
You do not come
On this moonless night.
I wake wanting you.
My breasts heave and blaze.
My heart burns up.
On this moonless night.
I wake wanting you.
My breasts heave and blaze.
My heart burns up.
— Ono No Komachi
Posted August 26, 2009 at 10:48pm
The Love Poems of Marichiko
The Love Poems of Marichiko were originally published as if they had been written by a young Japanese woman and Rexroth had merely translated them. In reality there was no such person as Marichiko — the poems were all written by Rexroth himself, projecting himself into a feminine persona, during the same period that he was translating several volumes of Chinese and Japanese women poets.
Posted August 26, 2009 at 10:39pm
Making love with you
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.
Is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
The thirstier I become,
Until nothing can slake my thirst
But to drink the entire sea.
— Marichiko
Posted August 26, 2009 at 10:33pm
