Monday, March 30, 2009

He opened his eyes, and they were hungry.

"I began to feel like I was treading water, instead of drowning in it."
" The isolation must be their desire; I couldn't imagine any door
 that wouldn't be opened by that degree of beauty." 
"...was like having my own place, and I found myself 
reveling in the aloneness instead of being lonely."
"I was afraid that he might disappear in a sudden puff of smoke, 
and I would wake up."
"...say that person also did a wide range of bizarre things-
 from saving your life under impossible circumstances one day to treating you
 like a pariah the next, and he never explained any of that, either,
 even after he promised. That, also, would be very non-frustrating."
"I could see from their staggered expressions that he had
 never unleashed his talents on them before."
"...if leaving is the right thing to do, then I'll hurt myself 
to keep from hurting you, to keep you safe."
"His voice was dark and his eyes were cautious."
"I was eager actually, hoping to decipher some of your thoughts.
 But you were too interesting, I found myself caught up in your expressions...
 and every now and then you would stir the air with your hand or your hair, 
and the scent would stun me again..."
"I'm here... which, roughly translated, 
means I would rather die than stay away from you."
"And so the lion fell in love with the lamb...," 
he murmured. I looked away, hiding my eyes as I thrilled to the word. 
"What a stupid lamb," I sighed. 
" What a sick, masochistic lion." 
"The glory of first love, and all that. It's incredible, isn't it, 
the difference between reading about something,
 seeing it in pictures, and experiencing it?"
"And then I carefully sealed away my heart."
"I hoped that meant I was still alive.
 Death shouldn't be this uncomfortable."
"But my life was over. I wasn't giving anything up."

all quotes from "Twilight" by Stephenie Meyer
all photos from Ffffound!

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Saturday, March 28, 2009

That's the way we get by. ..

The morning comes,
the night decays,
the watchmen leave their stations;
The grave is burst, the spices shed, the linen wrapped up;
The bones of death, the cov'ring clay, the sinews shrunk & dry'd
Reviving shake, inspiring move,
breathing, awakening,
Spring like redeemed captives when their bonds & bars are burst.
Let the slave grinding at the mill run out into the field,
Let him look up into the heavens & laugh in the bright air;
Let the inchained soul,
shut up in darkness and in sighing,
Whose face has never seen a smile in thirty weary years, 
Rise and look out;
his chains are loose, his dungeon doors are open;
And let his wife and children return from the oppressor's scourge.
They look behind at every step & believe it is a dream,
Singing: "The Sun has left his blackness & has found a 
fresher morning,
And the fair Moon rejoices in the clear & cloudless night;
For Empire is no more,
and now the Lion & Wolf shall cease."

Excerpt from "America: A Prophecy" by William Blake
All photos from Ffffound!

This has become the year to confront my ghosts.
I just didn't know that I'd have to confront them all in the same week. ..