What a dork
"Why do you want to be a census taker?"
"Well, I have been a fan of the constitution
for a long time."
"He who learns must suffer and even in our sleep the pain we cannot forget falls drop by drop upon our heart and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God."
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Women weeping on Loomis Street.
I asked if she was OK
and she said no.
I asked what the problem
was and after a long pause
she answered
"What would you do if your mother
died and your father abandoned
you in a group home?"
I tried to offer up positive
answers and options
but inside
I knew I would
probably be weeping
in the rain.
I asked if she was OK
and she said no.
I asked what the problem
was and after a long pause
she answered
"What would you do if your mother
died and your father abandoned
you in a group home?"
I tried to offer up positive
answers and options
but inside
I knew I would
probably be weeping
in the rain.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Friday, April 09, 2010
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Monday, April 05, 2010
Sweet and the bitter
A beautiful spring Sunday
with family laughing and
smiling. A delightful saunter
walk in the cemetery
revisiting family that has
gone before us.
However to return home
to reunite with a loved one
stalked by a monster
who blows with the
inexorable north wind
of the bitterest winter day
and mocks us. How can we lift
ourselves to help?
A beautiful spring Sunday
with family laughing and
smiling. A delightful saunter
walk in the cemetery
revisiting family that has
gone before us.
However to return home
to reunite with a loved one
stalked by a monster
who blows with the
inexorable north wind
of the bitterest winter day
and mocks us. How can we lift
ourselves to help?
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Monday, March 29, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Sunday, March 07, 2010
Monday, March 01, 2010
H. P. Lovecraft
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age."
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Snowy morning
She passed me,
with a cheerful "How you doing",
running in the opposite direction
when I heard the clang
of something hitting the
metal stanchions guarding
the bike path from motor
vehicles.
I looked around and she was on her
knees, on the ice patch that I had just
shuffled over,
leaning against the
stanchion with one hand.
She got up and walked then
ran back in the direction she had come.
Passing me again, saying
"That wasn't fun" to my inquiry.
She passed me,
with a cheerful "How you doing",
running in the opposite direction
when I heard the clang
of something hitting the
metal stanchions guarding
the bike path from motor
vehicles.
I looked around and she was on her
knees, on the ice patch that I had just
shuffled over,
leaning against the
stanchion with one hand.
She got up and walked then
ran back in the direction she had come.
Passing me again, saying
"That wasn't fun" to my inquiry.
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