In my movie the boat goes under And he alone survives the night in the cold ocean, Swimming he hope in a shoreward direction. Daylight and he’s still aloft, pawing the water And doesn’t yet know he’s only fifty feet from shore. He goes under for what will be the last time But only a few feet down scrapes the bottom. He’s suddenly a changed man and half hops, half swims The remaining distance, hauls himself waterlogged Partway up the beach before collapsing into sleep. As he dreams the tide comes in And rolls him back to sea.
“Time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, loss, loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.”—Tennessee Williams (via robot-heart) (via quote-book) (via lovechristine)
“What I’d like to interject into the dialog is the way that Somalia epitomizes so many right-wing ideological principles. No big government - barely any at all. No entitlements, no progressive (or any other taxation); no government medical care, education, research, or anything else. Martial virtue exhalted, religion very much part of daily life. It’s the free market utopia, what we should all wish the U.S. would look to instead of those decadent socialist Europeans.”—A friend of mine from LA, on the Somali pirates (via frothyparadise) (via robot-heart-politics) (via bubububble)
The Web is buzzing with information about how to throw an anti-Obama Taxpayer Tea Party, something organizers hope will be held today from Santa Monica to South Carolina. But no need to burn up your bandwidth reading complicated instructions. Here’s a simpler recipe:
Go to a hobby store. Buy a scale model of a U.N. One-World-Government Black Helicopter and a tube of glue. Toss the model kit. Sniff the entire tube of glue. You’re all set for the party.
For the last 12 years, a single solitary whale whose vocalizations match no known living species has been tracked across the Northeast Pacific. Its wanderings match no known migratory patterns of any living whale species. Its vocalizations have also subtly deepened over the years, indicating that the whale is maturing and ageing. And, during the entire 12 year span that it has been tracked, it has been calling out for contact from others of its own kind.
In the daytime I lay traps for my memories and at night I work in the Balaam Mills, turning curse into blessing and blessing into curse.
And don’t ever show weakness. Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself without anyone noticing. I’m like an ambulance on two legs, hauling the patient inside me to Last Aid with the wailing of cry of a siren, and people think it’s ordinary speech.