Broken Dreams
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May 14 2008
Broken Dreams
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May 13 2008
Spectacle
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May 12 2008
Pathway
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May 09 2008
Imagining the Pain Away
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May 08 2008
Pains
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May 07 2008
Cyanide
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May 06 2008
Seeds
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May 05 2008
Distortion on a Gray Day
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May 05 2008
“I am not young enough to know everything.”
~Oscar Wilde
Born: October 16, 1854 in Dublin, Ireland
Died: November 30, 1900 (aged 46) in Paris, France
Occupation: Playwright, novelist, poet
Nationality: Irish
My impression of this quote is that only young children know everything. When they get older and slower in the mind, they are less likely to believe and therefore to less likely to know the most about unusual but interesting things.
Children believe in fairy tales or some forms of magical happenings, and they also believe in scientifically-incorrect theories such as aliens and Area 54. They believe in certain legends, myths, and fables, and all kinds of other stories.
Oscar Wilde was sometimes called the Man of Barbed Wit, because he could think of many insults to spout at one time that made many people laugh, and many people scowl. He was extremely smart until the day he died; never letting anyone place him as the butt of a joke.
He is saying in this quote that you only believe all those amazing things once, when you are a child. After you age, you begin to think of all those amazing things as foolishness, infantine. This is why it is good to enjoy being young while you are.
May 02 2008
Tears
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May 02 2008
I am back in Flemington NJ. I left home when I was 31 to come here and live with my boyfriend. I think they thought I would never leave. And I never really wanted to leave. They were right about that. I liked being a child. I liked that I could always got to my mom’s house when I was sick. Or that I could always knock on my dad’s door for pasta at midnight after a wild night out…
No. I wasn’t looking for a mate. I was happy with a boyfriend.
May 01 2008
heatherwinds sift follicles pores
and places where memories would lie
if memory encompassed happiness
an extension of the mother
in Giger form
jettisoned repeatedly in oft ill waters
too shallow to break a fall
too acidic to nurture a result
the wait
broken glass, old doll parts, buried shoes, roof shingles, pool liner, woodchuck hole, coy dogs feeding, turkey vulture circling and more broken glass
4 hours of sleep in 48
body must not break
it’s all at stake
on summit lake
it’s all at stake today
coke bottles, knives, axes, saws, mud, flies, gasoline, diesel, 220, timbers, fuses, fire and molten dreambirds
4 hours of sleep in 48
mind must not break
it’s all at stake
on summit lake
it’s all at stake today
literal and gullible
the way I always was
slow on the uptake
narrow on the intake
rusty and need some work
penned in a rush
on radiator flush
buffed with sand and cloth
slow minds prefer slow pursuits
that’s where my baby might be
down by the river
an ole lover or three
i set her free
didn’t come back to me
didn’t even look to see
cuz I’m gullible
enough to believe
in parable and entropy
in song and singularity
in spirit sunlight and rarity
in you