“I climb up on the cabin roof sometimes to let the stars into my eyes. But once I am up there they seem farther away than when I am on the ground. There is a constellation that reminds me of your hip bone. I think I’m trying to get closer to that bunch of light.”
Category: quotes
“you’re very romantic, for a cynic.”
reminders:
“When I have a thousand options, I actually have none at all.” — Michael Haneke
1.
“There is really one city for everyone just as there is one major love,” she wrote. In her diaries, she expressed her joy of landing in bohemian Greenwich Village, “where all night long typewriters click, people sing in the streets, hurdy gurdies go all day and the laundry boy reads Turgenev.”
— on The Diaries of Dawn Powell, the New Yorker (blogged in 2013)
2.
He said to me “Kid, of all the stupid things I ever did
You know, I let her go when I should have pulled her in”
And he handed me his cell phone
When I called you were on your plane
Moving back to Portland for the rain
“You only get one person knows you best
And it’s temporary everybody else.”
— Matt Nathanson, Bill Murray
3.
You won’t fall but when you think about them, and for all the pleasure of being a little higher the tradeoff is your own absence from presence. You’re losing your own fealty to the ground. Which can’t be ignored. You lose your earth for your sky.
— Eileen Myles, Protect You Me (blogged in 2015)
4.
even to the roughest surf there’s a rhythm findable,
which is why we keep coming here, to find it
until that’s how we like it. I’ll break your heart, break mine.
— Carl Phillips, Radiance versus Ordinary Light (blogged in 2012 and recorded in 2015)
Bonus:
“Now New York seems like every little thing in it is beyond priceless, and nothing will ever be yours. That’s absolutely true, and you never will have the things that you helplessly crave—but also it has always been like that.”
— Let Me Tell You About The Most Heartfelt $200 I Ever Made, via NYMag
The moral, like the melody, is open to interpretation.
From The Essays of Leonard Michaels:
“‘Whereof we cannot speak,’ says the great philosopher Wittgenstein, ‘we must be silent.’ But it is also true that, whereof we cannot speak, we dream, or tell stories.”
“Events become meaningful as they become — at some amazing turn — stories, just as notes become meaningful, retrospectively, in a melody. The moral, like the melody, is open to interpretation.”
Writing is cathartic, so it always comes out darker than how I’m actually feeling. It delivers me into the possibility of another story, another life. My next chapter. The storytelling helps me search for meaning within the history, within the otherwise sad events that hopefully lead to clarity and growth.
Over and over again, my anthem to get beyond all this:
By redefining the morning,
we find a morning that comes just after darkness.
By insisting on love we spoil it, get beyond
affection and wade mouth-deep into love.
Love is not
enough. We die and are put into the earth forever.
We should insist while there is still time.
🎶 dooo bee doo, jams of the moment:
- You’ll Lose a Good Thing – Denise LaSalle
- Trapped By a Thing Called Love – Denise LaSalle (cheers, POTUS!)
- In Your Arms – Chef’special
- Jealous – Labrinth
- Good Love Is On The Way – John Mayer Trio
- Heartless – Kanye West
- New Day – 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, Alicia Keys
- I’m Gonna Find Another You – John Mayer
- Better – The Suffers
- Say You Love Me – Jessie Ware
- Let Me Down Easy – Max Frost
- Valerie (BBC Radio 1 Live Lounge version) – Amy Winehouse
- Send My Love (To Your New Lover) and like, anything else by Adele. Sorry not sorry.