Razors cut eyes. I’m tired.
Want to write, feel wired.
Memories in head are hired
and new lives acquired.
Sleep! Not yet. Wait. Tired.
Live the dream, reality fired
mind all alive and inspired.
Body dead, sleep desired.
Nicholas Was… by Neil Gaiman
Nicholas was…
older than sin, and his beard could grow
no whiter. He wanted to die.
The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did
not speak his language, but conversed in their own,
twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible
rituals, when they were no actually
working in the factories.
Once every year they forced him, sobbing
and protesting, into Endless Night. During
the journey he would stand near every child
in the world, leave one of the dwarves’
invisible gifts by its bedside. The
children slept, frozen in time.
He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and
Judas. His punishment was harsher.
Ho.
Ho.
Ho.
From Smoke and Mirrors
Quote of the Day
“We can run for miles to achieve something. But it means nothing if we run in circles.”
~I tried to find out who said this…but no joy. It is possible it was me…don’t remember. I found this in my notebook from 2005.
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
….The man falling isn’t permitted to feel or hear himself hit the bottom. He just keeps falling and falling. The whole arrangement’s designed for men who, at some time or other in their lives, where looking for something their own environment couldn’t supply them with. Or they thought their own environment couldn’t supply them with. So they gave up looking. They gave it up before they ever really even got started…
I have missed the oportunity to read this book at the right time.
Quote of the day
”Fear can hold you prisoner, hope can set you free.”
~ Red
from one of the best films ever Shawshank redemption
He wishes for the cloth of Heaven by W.B. Yeats
Had I Heavens’ embrioded cloth,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the clothe under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
Eva Marasca 