November 25, 2008
Old Bose lay down on the mat before the door, and the cat had the warm hearth all to herself. If any late wanderer had looked in at midnight, he would have seen the fire blazing up again, and in the cheerful glow the old cat blinking her yellow eyes, as she sat bolt upright beside the spinning whell, like some sort of household goblin guarding the children while they slept.
L.M. Alcott
L.M. Alcott
November 18, 2008
NE Wisdom
it's like Jung says, "The unconscious is revealed through the imagery of our dreams, which express our innermost fears and our desires."
Jung said that?
Yeah, I think it was Jung. Or maybe Vincent Price.
Jung said that?
Yeah, I think it was Jung. Or maybe Vincent Price.
November 4, 2008
something realized
I, TOO, SING AMERICA,
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They sent me to eat in the kitchen
When company came,
But I laughed,
And ate well,
And grew strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
Langston Hughes (with an edit or two)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They sent me to eat in the kitchen
When company came,
But I laughed,
And ate well,
And grew strong.
Tomorrow,
I'll be at the table
When company comes.
Nobody'll dare
Say to me,
"Eat in the kitchen,"
Then.
Besides,
They'll see how beautiful I am
And be ashamed--
I, too, am America.
Langston Hughes (with an edit or two)
November 3, 2008
November 2, 2008
Sandy Denny
The oak and weed together rise,
Along the common ground.
The mare and stallion light and dark
Have thunder in their sound.
The rainbow sign, the blended flower
Still have my heart in thrall.
The quiet joys of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all.
congratulations my men of steely resolve! Come what may in the weeks to come,
I am proud of you!
Along the common ground.
The mare and stallion light and dark
Have thunder in their sound.
The rainbow sign, the blended flower
Still have my heart in thrall.
The quiet joys of brotherhood,
And love is lord of all.
congratulations my men of steely resolve! Come what may in the weeks to come,
I am proud of you!
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