“He is the intermediary between us, his audience, the living, and they, the dolls, the undead, who cannot live at all and yet who mimic the living in every detail since, though they cannot speak or weep, still they project those signals of signification we instantly recognize as language.” ― Angela Carter, Wayward Girls and Wicked Women
“Evening you gather back all that dazzling dawn has put asunder: you gather a lamb, gather a kid, gather a child to its mother.” Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
I Came to buy a smile—today—But just a single smile—The smallest one upon your faceWill suit me just as well—The one that no one else would missIt shone so very small—I’m pleading at the “counter”—…
There’s an unfamiliar grip on an unfamiliar handkerchief Attending to the tears on cheeks I wouldn’t notice With you no matter how vicious the grief Her expression was damp and crooked Grabs onto my throat and won’t let go The Last Shadow Puppets
“I have loved them all, the battlers, the lonely men Who are never alone, in the beating of their hearts Are the strong men with the sun coming up in their eyes.” DOROTHY, COADE HEWETT – My Party is the Party of Arago
I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well— The one that no one else would miss It shone so very small— I’m pleading at the “counter”—sir— Could you afford to sell— Emily Dickinson
Navjot Singh Sidhu If an ocean steamer is caught in a fog the best thing to do is to anchor and stand still; when in our troubles we are befogged the best thing we can do is to anchor and stand still until the light of heaven appears.
“. . .sometimes one feels freer speaking to a stranger than to people one knows. Why is that?” “Probably because a stranger sees us the way we are, not as he wishes to think we are.” ― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind
The Market-Place BY WALTER DE LA MARE My mind is like a clamorous market-place. All day in wind, rain, sun, its babel wells; Voice answering to voice in tumult swells. Chaffering and laughing, pushing for a place, My thoughts haste on, gay, strange, poor, simple, base; This one buys dust, and that a bauble sells: … Continue reading Do not stand in a place of danger trusting in miracles. Arabian Proverb→
Still she rises an hour before work to walk the river path, arms stretched out awkwardly like swan wings to work the fat. It must be nice, I say, to be pretty; some desires you never grow out of. South Beach Caitlin Maling foto – path through the ferns at the beachshack
I Came to buy a smile—today—But just a single smile—The smallest one upon your faceWill suit me just as well—The one that no one else would missIt shone so very small—I’m pleading at the “counter”—…
THE OLD PROVERBIAL RECOVERY 