quiet is the new loud

I had drunk much wine

2009-07-13T23:46:00.001+03:00

and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to; we never did such things.

I want to hold your little hand

2009-07-07T01:16:00.002+03:00

if I can be so bold
and be your right hand man
till your hands get old
and then when all the feeling's gone
just decide if you want to keep holding on

I want to hold your little hand
if I can be so bold

the earth turns

2009-06-29T00:48:00.001+03:00

but we don't feel it move. and one night you look up... one spark, and the sky is on fire. the past is the torch that lights our way, where our fathers have shown us the path.

in no chess problem

2009-06-15T18:36:00.002+03:00

since the beginning of the world has black ever won. did it not symbolize the eternal, unvarying triumph of good over evil? the huge face gazed back at him, full of calm power. white always mates.

you can't conceive, my child

2009-06-03T23:49:00.002+03:00

nor can I or anyone, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of god.

our deepest fear

2009-05-24T23:39:00.002+03:00

is not that we're inadequate. our deepest fear is that we're powerful beyond measure. it is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us the most. we ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? actually, who are you not to be?

you are a child of god. your playing small does not serve the world. there's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. we are all meant to shine, as children do.

that's all it takes

2009-05-16T21:41:00.002+03:00

nothing more than a few words and the softest touch, and your life is different, won't ever be the same again. man dies, leaves you the mystery map to the secret island: happens every day. but you get a smile from someone you want: well, that's special.

that's worth the journey.

at the top I'm stopping by

2009-05-12T08:50:00.001+03:00

your place of work and acting like
I haven't dreamed of you and I
and marriage in an orange grove

you are the only thing
in any room you're ever in
I'm stubborn, selfish and too old

за покойните се моли така

2009-05-05T17:09:00.002+03:00

сякаш твоята душа се намира в ада, сред пламъците, и самият ти се мъчиш. чувствай техните мъки в сърцето си и пламенно, пламенно се моли за упокоението им в място светло, място злачно и място прохладно, където няма никаква болка, скръб и въздишка

don't you just take the past

2009-04-22T21:53:00.004+03:00

and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? that's what I do. and then you meet someone special and all you want to do is toss them the key, and say, open up, step inside...

but you can't because it's dark and there are demons. and if anybody saw how ugly it is...

in going where you have to go

2009-04-14T01:09:00.004+03:00

and doing what you have to do
and seeing what you have to see
you blunt and dull the instrument you write with.

but I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone and hammer it into shape and put whetstone to it, and know I had something to write about, than have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.

this much I know

2009-04-09T20:00:00.002+03:00

when the storm breaks, each man acts in accordance with his own nature. some are dumb with terror. some flee. some hide. and some... spread their wings like eagles and soar in the wind.

look out there

2009-04-08T00:02:00.001+03:00

there is a whole world waiting for you. innocence is the most precious thing you possess. lose that and you lose your soul.

forget the past

2009-03-27T10:12:00.002+02:00

there's nothing there, not even memories, just a road you never travelled, unwinding backwards to a place you never came from where fruit grows on trees you never climbed, in an orchard where you lost your virginity to a boy called timothy who died of horlicks poisoning before you were born. no answers there.

are you desirable?

2009-03-20T20:57:00.002+02:00

are you irresistible? maybe if you drank bourbon with me it would help.

if you carefully plant a good seed

2009-03-15T19:46:00.000+02:00

you will joyfully gather good fruit

may pretty horses

2009-03-03T09:38:00.000+02:00

come to you
as you sleep

there's a whole in my neighbourhood

2009-02-23T22:09:00.001+02:00

down which of late I cannot help but fall

no matter how many awards

2009-02-17T22:29:00.002+02:00

or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is for me, it's still not enough. we still feel like the little man. the loser. they told us we were, a hundred times, the smart asses in college, the high ups. the well-born. the people who's respect we really wanted. really craved. and isn't that why we work so hard now, why we fight for every inch? scrambling our way up in undignified fashion.

if we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here?

I'm not frightened

2009-02-07T21:27:00.002+02:00

I'm not frightened of anything. the more I suffer, the more I love. danger will only increase my love. it will sharpen it. it will give it spice. I'll be the only angel you need. you will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. heaven will take you back and look at you and say: only one thing can make a soul complete

and that thing is love.

it was not her fault

2009-01-29T00:38:00.002+02:00

that when he went to her he was already over. how could a woman know that you meant nothing that you said; that you spoke only from habit and to be comfortable? after he no longer meant what he said, his lies were more successful with women than when he had told them the truth.

it was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell.

я животное

2009-01-22T00:10:00.004+02:00

ты же видишь, я животное. у меня нет слов, меня не научили словам, я не умею думать, эти гады не дали мне научиться думать. но если ты на самом деле такой... всемогущий, всесильный, всепонимающий... разберись! загляни в мою душу, я знаю, там есть все, что тебе надо. должно быть. душу-то ведь я никогда и никому не продавал! она моя, человеческая! вытяни из меня сам, чего же я хочу, - ведь не может же быть, чтобы я хотел плохого!

this is the essence of discrimination

2009-01-14T23:23:00.004+02:00

formulating opinions about others not based on their individual merits, but rather on their membership in a group with assumed characteristics.

I saw myself

2009-01-08T23:07:00.003+02:00

sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

and what is good, phaedrus

2009-01-02T10:14:00.001+02:00

and what is not good -
need we ask anyone to tell us these things?