May 2012
Eventually Ratzinger
The Pope has to take her red shoes down that yellow brick road and talk to the Wizard. And her fabulous frocks with the adoring little midgets in attendance has to click those fabulous red shoes together three times…
and make her way back to Kansas.
Isn’t drag fabulous?!
That’s all.
“This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn’t turn out to be like...”
– Julian Barnes, The Sense of an Ending (via awritersruminations)
April 2012
Headstones
After the bereaved leave
the beloved, after the gate locks,
when the horned moon peeks
over the horizon,
the headstones dream
about the quarry
before the cutter’s chisel
made them separate stones.
Ron Starr
Locked-In Syndrome
“Other letters simply relate the small events that punctuate the passage of time: roses picked at dusk, the laziness of a rainy Sunday, a child crying himself to sleep. Capturing the moment, these small slices of life, these small gusts of happiness, move me more deeply than all the rest. A couple of lines or eight pages, a Middle Eastern stamp or a suburban postmark … I hoard all these...
make time
“Time ticks by; we grow older. Before we know it, too much time has passed and we’ve missed the chance to have had other people hurt us. To a younger me this sounded like luck; to an older me this sounds like a quiet tragedy.”
― Douglas Coupland, Life After God
“I believe there’s someone out there watching us. Unfortunately it’s...”
– Woody Allen
