Saturday, May 31, 2008

oldie but

http://badgods.com/limerickpoems.html
-> http://www.metafilter.com/63163/There-once-was-a-girl-named-Lenore

But this'n I couldn't resist:

Anarchy has been released
The good ones are worse than the least
The bird's hearing stinks
And then there's a sphinx
Congrats on your new baby beast!

Friday, April 11, 2008

problems of absorbtion

There are times I'm remarkably bad at separating myself. I let other people's problems feel like my own. Hell, I let the problems of people loved by people I love feel like my own. Bits of me go off to follow each thing.

It feels, physically, just like dehydration. When you wake up hungover, or get to four in the afternoon and realize you've had only coffee all day.

A kind of depletion.

Monday, March 31, 2008

humanism

Maybe none of us is ever whole.

Or maybe we start out whole,
and just keep leaving parts of ourselves behind in other people.

Maybe we become less and less whole.

.

That isn't a sad thought.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

a fallacy

Part of me believes people who express things more eloquently feel them more eloquently.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

i am a wide variety of serious

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the center cannot hold,

To turn, to turn, shall be our delight
Til by turning, turning we come round right.