Set in Stone

I hope when I die my grandkids don’t make RIP statuses for me on Facebook.

Fri, 17 May 2013 20:52:57 -0400

I hope when I die my grandkids don’t make RIP statuses for me on Facebook.

Drop in

Thu, 16 May 2013 11:45:43 -0400

Drop in

"‘The truth is, Colonel, that there’s no divine spark, bless you. There’s many a..."

Thu, 02 May 2013 19:34:31 -0400

“‘The truth is, Colonel, that there’s no divine spark, bless you. There’s many a man alive no more value than a dead dog. Believe me, when you’ve seen them hang each other…Equality? Christ in Heaven. What I’m fighting for is the right to prove I’m a better man than many. Where have you seen this divine spark in operation, Colonel? Where have you noted this magnificent equality? The Great White Joker in the Sky dooms us all to stupidity or poverty from birth. No two things on earth are equal or have an equal chance, not a leaf nor a tree. There’s many a man worse than me, and some better, but I don’t think race or country matters a damn.What matters is justice. ‘Tis why I’m here. I’l be treated as I deserve, not as my father deserved. I’m Kilrain, and I God damn all gentleman. I don’t know who me father was and I don’t give a damn. There’s only one aristocracy, and that’s right here-’ he tapped his white skull with a thick finger- ‘and you, Colonel laddie, are a member of it and don’t even know it. You are damned good at everything I’ve seen you do, a lovely soldier, an honest man, and you got a good heart on you too, which is rare in clever men. Strange thing, I’m not a clever man meself, but I know it when I run across it. The strange and marvelous thing about you, Colonel darlin’, is that you believe in mankind, even preachers, whereas when you’ve got my great experience of the world you will have learned that good men are rare, much rarer than you think. Ah-’ he raised his hands, smiling- ‘don’t you worry about ministers. The more you kill, the more you do the world a service.’”

- Kilrain, The Killer Angels

Stranger - Dr. Dog Oh I, I do believe / that there are no more...

Mon, 29 Apr 2013 22:05:00 -0400

Stranger - Dr. Dog

Oh I, I do believe / that there are no more tricks up my sleeve / the good old days have passed / and the good times after that / and slowly I’ve become undone: / a stranger, with a strange heart

And the colored girls go doo do doo, doo do doo, doo do doo

Thu, 25 Apr 2013 22:09:00 -0400

And the colored girls go doo do doo, doo do doo, doo do doo

Pitseleh - Elliott Smith I’m not what’s missing /...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 18:29:48 -0400

Pitseleh - Elliott Smith

I’m not what’s missing / from your life now / I could never be the puzzle pieces / They say that God makes problems / Just to see what you can stand / Before you do as the Devil pleases / Give up the thing you love / But no one deserves it

I said goodbye to someone that I love / It’s not just me,...

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 13:56:52 -0400

I said goodbye to someone that I love / It’s not just me, I tell you it’s the both of us / and it was hard / like coming off the pill that you take to stay happy

"It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage."

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 22:24:28 -0400

“It’s not the years, honey, it’s the mileage.”

Father wears his Sunday best / Mother’s tired she needs a...

Sun, 07 Apr 2013 19:31:00 -0400

Father wears his Sunday best / Mother’s tired she needs a rest / The kids are playing up downstairs

Kevin’s a rainbow

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 22:09:54 -0400

Kevin’s a rainbow

"Easter was good, Lizzie found a dead rabbit’s head in our yard during the egg hunt and..."

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 19:58:30 -0400

“Easter was good, Lizzie found a dead rabbit’s head in our yard during the egg hunt and proceeded to take pictures of it.”

- Katie Hoole

Be like water

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 19:15:05 -0400

Be like water

Photo

Thu, 28 Mar 2013 01:56:27 -0400

I guess I’ve been bruised, if we were to speak...

Tue, 26 Mar 2013 20:16:00 -0400

I guess I’ve been bruised, if we were to speak plain. / Every bruise that comes to flesh, makes its mark on the brain

The Charm of 5:30 by David Berman

Mon, 25 Mar 2013 19:20:34 -0400

It’s too nice a day to read a novel set in England.

We’re within inches of the perfect distance from the sun,
the sky is blueberries and cream,
and the wind is as warm as air from a tire.
Even the headstones in the graveyard
Seem to stand up and say “Hello! My name is…”

It’s enough to be sitting here on my porch,
thinking about Kermit Roosevelt,
following the course of an ant,
or walking out into the yard with a cordless phone
to find out she is going to be there tonight

On a day like today, what looks like bad news in the distance
turns out to be something on my contact, carports and white
courtesy phones are spontaneously reappreciated
and random “okay”s ring through the backyards.

This morning I discovered the red tints in cola
when I held a glass of it up to the light
and found an expensive flashlight in the pocket of a winter coat
I was packing away for summer.

It all reminds me of that moment when you take off your sunglasses
after a long drive and realize it’s earlier
and lighter out than you had accounted for.

You know what I’m talking about,

and that’s the kind of fellowship that’s taking place in town, out in
the public spaces. You won’t overhear anyone using the words
“dramaturgy” or “state inspection today. We’re too busy getting along.

It occurs to me that the laws are in the regions and the regions are
in the laws, and it feels good to say this, something that I’m almost
sure is true, outside under the sun.

Then to say it again, around friends, in the resonant voice of a
nineteenth-century senator, just for a lark.

There’s a shy looking fellow on the courthouse steps, holding up a
placard that says “But, I kinda liked Reagan.” His head turns slowly
as a beautiful girl walks by, holding a refrigerated bottle up against
her flushed cheek.

She smiles at me and I allow myself to imagine her walking into
town to buy lotion at a brick pharmacy.
When she gets home she’ll apply it with great lingering care before
moving into her parlor to play 78 records and drink gin-and-tonics
beside her homemade altar to James Madison.

In a town of this size, it’s certainly possible that I’ll be invited over
one night.

In fact I’ll bet you something.

Somewhere in the future I am remembering today. I’ll bet you
I’m remembering how I walked into the park at five thirty,
my favorite time of day, and how I found two cold pitchers
of just poured beer, sitting there on the bench.

I am remembering how my friend Chip showed up
with a catcher’s mask hanging from his belt and how I said

great to see you, sit down, have a beer, how are you,
and how he turned to me with the sunset reflecting off his contacts
and said, wonderful, how are you.

"A poster at the bus stop read “Timing is everything!” and he thought there was something to that."

Fri, 22 Mar 2013 20:28:06 -0400

“A poster at the bus stop read “Timing is everything!” and he thought there was something to that.”

- Buenos Aires

treschouettte: Vampire Weekend - Step And punks who would...

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 18:50:08 -0400

treschouettte:

Vampire Weekend - Step

And punks who would laugh when they saw us together / Well, they didn’t know how to dress for the weather / I can still see them there huddled on Astor / Snow falling slow to the sound of the master

An average day

Thu, 21 Mar 2013 12:30:22 -0400

Me: Kevin!
Kevin: Chirrrrp?
Me: Nothin'
Me: I love you

Stuck in my head

Mon, 18 Mar 2013 16:52:20 -0400

Stuck in my head

I have a problem

Sun, 17 Mar 2013 20:06:47 -0400

I have a problem