Monday, April 30, 2007

♥ ~ ♥ ~ ♥ ~ ♥ ~ ♥ ~ ♥ ~ ♥ ~ ♥ ~ ♥


Your ship out at sea breaking waves
Navigating death
As my heart beats at home and breaks

© Galatea

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Saturday, April 21, 2007



Recollecting The Night

Slow and steady evening
Timing had its way
Locks were changed and rearranged
To greet a brand new day
You were at the stove
Cooking like you do
I was in the walkway visiting with you
We were moving naturally
Everything understood
Silence after too much talking
And the hours spent were good

But you were very tired
Sorely needing rest
You put on something silky
To be comfortably dressed
I was doing dishes
The water felt so good
We were moving naturally
Everything understood

But then so unexpectedly
Spinning into an emergency
I became a whirling dervish
Praying for the best
And I am still praying
Even though you left
Be at peace my brother
I will see you again

© Galatea

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

♥ Box Of Rain ♥


۝ Box Of Rain ۝
For My Brother

Look out of any window
Any morning, any evening, any day
Maybe the sun is shining
Birds are winging, no rain is falling from a heavy sky
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
For this is all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago

Walk out of any doorway
Feel your way like the day before
Maybe you'll find direction
Around some corner where it's been waiting to meet you
What do you want me to do
To watch for you while you're sleeping?
Then please don't be surprised when you find me dreaming too

Look into any eyes
You find by you; you can see clear to another day
Maybe been seen before
Through other eyes on other days while going home
What do you want me to do
To do for you to see you through?
It's all a dream we dreamed one afternoon long ago

Walk into splintered sunlight
Inch your way through dead dreams to another land
Maybe you're tired and broken
Your tongue is twisted with words half spoken and thoughts unclear
What do you want me to do
To do for you, to see you through?
A box of rain will ease the pain and love will see you through

Just a box of rain, wind and water
Believe it if you need it, if you don't just pass it on
Sun and shower, wind and rain
In and out the window like a moth before a flame

And it's just a box of rain,
I don't know who put it there
Believe it if you need it or leave it if you dare
And it's just a box of rain, or a ribbon for your hair
Such a long, long time to be gone and a short time to be there

Lyrics by Robert Hunter
Music by Phil Lesh

Friday, April 13, 2007

Poem for Joe Heller by Kurt Vonnegut

R.I.P. Kurt Vonnegut ~November 11, 1922 ~ April 11, 2007

Joe Heller

True story, Word of Honor:
Joseph Heller, an important and funny writer
now dead,
and I were at a party given by a billionaire
on Shelter island.
I said, "Joe, how does it make you feel
to know that our host only yesterday
may have made more money
than your novel 'Catch-22'
has earned in its entire history?"
And Joe said, "I've got something he can never have."
And I said, "What on earth could that be, Joe?"
And Joe said, "The knowledge that I've got enough."
Not bad! Rest in peace!

Photograph by his wife, Jill Krementz.

Worship ~ Kurt Vonnegut

Kurt Vonnegut on the beach in East Hampton, N.Y., with his Lhasa apso, Pumpkin, on July 19, 1976. Photograph by his wife, Jill Krementz.
This poem by Kurt Vonnegut that appeared in The New York Times today was previously unpublished...enjoy!



I don't know about you,
but I practice a disorganized religion.
I belong to an unholy disorder.
We call ourselves,
"Our Lady of Perpetual Astonishment."
You may have seen us praying
for love
on sidewalks outside the better
eating establishments
in all kinds of weather.
Blow us a kiss
upon arriving or departing,
and we will climax
It can be quite a scene,
especially if it is raining
cats and dogs

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Kurt Vonnegut

When I went back to add "Labels for this post" I lost the actual You Tube easy access viewer.
Now you have to click
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The City In The Sea ~ Edgar Allan Poe


Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone
Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best
Have gone to their eternal rest.
There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)
Resemble nothing that is ours.
Around, by lifting winds forgot,
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.

No rays from the holy heaven come down
On the long night-time of that town;
But light from out the lurid sea
Streams up the turrets silently-
Gleams up the pinnacles far and free-
Up domes- up spires- up kingly halls-
Up fanes- up Babylon-like walls-
Up shadowy long-forgotten bowers
Of sculptured ivy and stone flowers-
Up many and many a marvellous shrine
Whose wreathed friezes intertwine
The viol, the violet, and the vine.
Resignedly beneath the sky
The melancholy waters lie.
So blend the turrets and shadows there
That all seem pendulous in air,
While from a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.

There open fanes and gaping graves
Yawn level with the luminous waves;
But not the riches there that lie
In each idol's diamond eye-
Not the gaily-jewelled dead
Tempt the waters from their bed;
For no ripples curl, alas!
Along that wilderness of glass-
No swellings tell that winds may be
Upon some far-off happier sea-
No heavings hint that winds have been
On seas less hideously serene.

But lo, a stir is in the air!
The wave- there is a movement there!
As if the towers had thrust aside,
In slightly sinking, the dull tide-
As if their tops had feebly given
A void within the filmy Heaven.
The waves have now a redder glow-
The hours are breathing faint and low-
And when, amid no earthly moans,
Down, down that town shall settle hence,
Hell, rising from a thousand thrones,
Shall do it reverence.

~ Edgar Allan Poe (1831)

Monday, April 02, 2007

Pale Male ~ Master Builder

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "PaleMale" Photos © Lincoln Karim

Pale Male delivers food to Lola daily and brings twigs to make their nest cozy and warm for the egg(s) therein...

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These Red Tail Hawks are absolutely fucking incredible, beyond amazing, just lovely, and most intelligent!

Frank Lloyd Wright

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Charles Rennie Macintoch Born June 7, 1868
Frank Lloyd Wright Born June 8, 1867