Brooklyn through the reeds, on one of those all time nicest late summer nights. (at Clinton Hill, Brooklyn)
I don't mean to miss the good old days; the good old days were mostly bad. But I recall how dark the night got then, how absences could make me glad
John K. Samson
Ten years ago, eucalyptus trees were an everyday part of my life on the other side of the world for a few months. I hadn't seen one since 2006, but this weekend I did, this time on the other side of the country. (at Carson, California)
...and I will go downtown, stand in the shadows of the buildings...and look up at the high windows, I see your face up there...
You gotta do it everyday. But it does get easier.
And death crept in so quiet, it didn't even make a sound.
As far as I could see were dead leaves laying on the ground.
Pretty soon I grow and hollow feeling in my heart,
Pretty soon me and my sunny day would have to part.
If you just stay true,
Some good things are coming back to you.
Chris Staples
Jasmine says, "Vive Le Tour!" I say, "Hey, eyes on the road!"
The nature of injustice is that we may not always see it in our own times. The generations that wrote and ratified the Bill of Rights and the Fourteenth Amendment did not presume to know the extent of freedom in all of its dimensions, and so they entrusted to future generations a charter protecting the right of all persons to enjoy liberty as we learn its meaning. When new insight reveals discord between the Constitution’s central protections and a received legal stricture, a claim to liberty must be addressed.
Justice Anthony Kennedy, Obergefell v. Hodges
History. #lovewins
History. #lovewins
The yard is full of hard rubbish it's a mess and I think the neighbors must think we run a meth lab. We should amend that.
Courtney Barnett, "The Avant Gardener"
We were the masters of nature, the masters of the world. We had transcended everything—death, fatigue, our natural needs. We were stronger than cold and hunger, stronger than the guns and the desire to die, doomed and rootless, nothing but numbers, we were the only men on earth.
Elie Wiesel, Night
Spring forward, fall back down. Try not to wonder where you are.
Weakerthans, "Left and Leaving"
justfakeit reblogged
This poem is perpetually open on one of my browser windows. Rest in peace, Philip Levine: http://www.detroitnews.com/story/entertainment/books/2015/02/17/philip-levine-detroit-poet/23568367/
That might be the only answer: Americans would have to farm again. All these brokers and investors would get dirt under their nails and go to bed sunburned and exhausted, and that would take care of their anxiety and depression. The simpler communities would inherit the earth.
The Unwinding