Category Archives: OBSERVE

History is a string full of knots, the best you can do is admire it, and maybe tie it up a bit more. History is a hammock for swinging and a game for playing – Jeannette Winterson

 

Huon Times (Franklin, Tas. : 1910 – 1933), Friday 3 June 1921,

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Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

BY JAMES WRIGHT

Over my head, I see the bronze butterfly,
Asleep on the black trunk,
Blowing like a leaf in green shadow.
Down the ravine behind the empty house,
The cowbells follow one another
Into the distances of the afternoon.
To my right,
In a field of sunlight between two pines,
The droppings of last year’s horses
Blaze up into golden stones.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life
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shimmering beneath the network of grasses: a phrase like “everything’s place”

Martin Harrison > A PATCH OF GRASS

© 2002, Martin Harrison
From: Summer

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The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying.  Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready
to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun.  It is so every summer.  One can almost
hear their pink, fragrant murmur as they settle down upon the grass: ‘Summer, summer, it will always
be summer.’

Rachel Peden  

http://www.egreenway.com/months/summer.htm

Just a puppet on a lonely string. Oh who would ever want to be king? Coldplay

 

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“Mom,” said Peter, “nobody thinks you’re a lackwit, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Lackwit? In what musty drawer of some dead English professor’s dust-covered desk did you find that word? I assure you that never in my worst nightmares did I ever suppose that I was a lackwit.”

― Orson Scott Card, Shadow Puppets