October 2011
1 post
“I believe time wounds all heals.”
– John Lennon
September 2011
1 post
“The wall walling Paris keeps Paris murmuring.”
– Victor Hugo in The Hunchback of Notre Dame
March 2011
2 posts
“For love lends wings to our desires.”
– Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
February 2011
0 posts
“Pity comes in waves, and this stream is about to dry up.”
– -B.Krutz
January 2011
10 posts
“You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are...”
– Anais Nin
A Drinking Song
Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That’s all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die. I lift the glass to my mouth, I look at you, and I sigh. William Butler Yeats
an excerpt from "Wandering"
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest...
December 2010
0 posts
“I stopped thinking about you. Therefore, I stopped thinking.”
– -B. Krutz
November 2010
5 posts
“Musicophilia : the instinctive connection between human beings and music.”
September 2010
2 posts
“MADEMOISELLE: Instead of cursing you, I love you, and I die.
RAOUL, VICOMTE DE...”
– The Man in the Iron Mask by Alexandre Dumas
WatchThe Antlers cover Wish You Were Here Perfection.
July 2010
2 posts
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“All cats are grey in the dark.”
– The title to a very interesting chapter in The Three Musketeers by Alexander Dumas
May 2010
3 posts
“Why must we all pair off? And why do we desire it so?”
– -B. Krutz
best chapter opening
ELEVEN
A NEW chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play; and when I draw up the curtain this time, reader, you must fancy you see a room in the George Inn at Millcote, with such large figured papering on the walls as inns have; such a carpet, such furniture, such ornaments on the mantlepiece, such prints; including a portrait of George the Third, and another of the Prince of...
April 2010
4 posts
“He was a loner who liked company; a poet of isolation who sought a mass...”
– written by a biographer about the great Robert Frost
The cold rain hit my forehead as I walked to my mailbox in the dark, but a harder crash sprung upon my head as I saw back to the heated night when we ran through the darkened trees and kissed harder and faster than all the sweaty rain drops that surrounded us. The memory was so sugary sweet, but it left behind such a rotten taste as I shivered back to now, to where I stand alone on this winded...
Cynicism
I once saw a sunset so vivid and warm that I swore it was perfect. I once had a lover. I’m not sure if I’ll recover, but I know it was worth it. Then, last night in the car, the falling raindrops looked like stars of some incalculable speed. Then later, my friends said “Good to see you again, this is a home to me” So I wrote a song and I called it “The Love of my...
March 2010
19 posts
“Well it’s the hurt I hide that fuels the fires inside me.”
– Ray LaMontagne
“A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off you.”
– Francoise Sagan (pictured above)
“I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but...”
– Hunter S. Thompson
“… I cannot but conclude the bulk of your natives, to be the more...”
– Quoted from his Majesty of Brobdingnag concerning the account given to him of the people of England. Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift
the 1st two pages of my favorite book. i won't...
Chapter 1
Paradise Pickles & Preserves May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun...
“She couldn’t make him look just like any other man to her. He looked like...”
– Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neale Hurston
Flooding Snowfall
I won’t notice the single, floating flakes. the returning pioneers that quietly seep into my blood. a concealed rush within my body. I find sight to eye the speeding, transformed rain. I feel the chills of its course. the shutters in my veins. I clench my teary gaze. the frost feels its weathered hands toward my ventricles. The empty, thawed chamber once dwelled. I break open my stare to white...
From Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer
Somehow the realization that nothing was to be hoped for had a salutary effect on me. For weeks and months, for years, in fact, all my life I had been looking forward to something happening, some extrinsic event that would alter my life, and now suddenly, inspired by the absolute hopelessness of everything, I felt relieved, felt as though a great burden had been lifted from my shoulders. .. I...
Clashing Parts of my Whole
Prodding pieces of my sunken brain with splintered bits of knowledge. I took three thick doses of passion, each from different labled bottles; Into the Wild, We are the Radio, and To Build a Fire. Thrice the rage of blood flowing from mind to heart, thrice the hard pleasure, and thrice the nightmares that ravaged my brain by sleep during lit hours. My dancing hope’s soul breathes these...
