a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons – That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes – Heavenly Hurt, it gives us – We can find no scar, But internal difference – Where the Meanings, are – None may teach it – Any – ‘Tis the seal Despair – An imperial affliction Sent us…
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i’ve talked before about my love for mewithoutYou’s album brother, sister, and my desire to “illustrate” it, so to speak, through photography and other media. a desire four or five years in the making finally got off the ground last march when i did two shoots based on “messes of men,” the first song on…
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i am trying to write this poem for You as once more we prepare to mark Your birth but this year the words are slow to come so often on this trip around the sun my pendulum has swung from rage to ecstasy and back again — i forget how i feel in between until…
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“october was a beautiful month at green gables, when the birches in the hollow turned as golden as sunshine and the maples behind the orchard were royal crimson and the wild cherry trees along the lane put on the loveliest shades of dark red and bronzy green, while the fields sunned themselves in the aftermaths.…
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the following photos illustrate the story of ingrid … but what precisely that story is remains for you to discover. innocence abroad and the gogglette bring you … the spy who stayed out in the cold.
Read Morewhat do you dress your dog up as for hallowe’en? well, if he’s a wee woolly scotsbeast, you dress him in a proper kilt. and then, though you’re not at all scottish yourself, as far as bloodlines go … you make sure you have a dress to match his kilt so people will know you…
Read More“you say grace before meals. all right. but i say grace before the concert and the opera, and grace before the play and pantomime, and grace before i open a book, and grace before sketching, painting, swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing and grace before i dip the pen in the ink.” — g.k. chesterton
Read More“flowers have an expression of countenance as much as men and animals. some seem to smile; some have a sad expression; some are pensive and diffident; others again are plain, honest and upright, like the broad-faced sunflower and the hollyhock.” — henry ward beecher this spring our hollyhocks finally bloomed, and though their stalks are…
Read MoreThe air was thick and close, and the restless wind tossing the treetops did little to relieve it. The earth rumbled with the reverberations of a distant summer blitzkrieg, and every so often a quicksilver vein of fire would race from the darkened clouds to strike the horizon. She leaned out the open window,…
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