Monthly Archives: February 2009

A study in contrast

I went down to the river,
I set down on the bank.
I tried to think but couldn’t,
So I jumped in and sank.

I came up once and hollered!
I came up twice and cried!
If that water hadn’t a-been so cold
I might’ve sunk and died.

But it was Cold in that water! It was cold!

I took the elevator
Sixteen floors above the ground.
I thought about my baby
And thought I would jump down.

I stood there and I hollered!
I stood there and I cried!
If it hadn’t a-been so high
I might’ve jumped and died.

But it was High up there! It was high!

So since I’m still here livin’,
I guess I will live on.
I could’ve died for love–
But for livin’ I was born

Though you may hear me holler,
And you may see me cry–
I’ll be dogged, sweet baby,
If you gonna see me die.

Life is fine! Fine as wine! Life is fine!

— Langston Hughes


Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.

It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.

— Emily Dickinson


looking back

awaiting spring




Out, out, brief candle

“A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,
As much or more we should ourselves complain.”


“To-morrow, and to-torrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.”

— William Shakespeare

emotions nor conflicts

“We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.”

“Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts. ”

— Sigmund Freud

o, the heresy.

If you can’t do it, give up!

— Sigmund Freud


He can’t be happy when there is so much suffering in the world
She can’t be unhappy if he is unhappy

She wants to be happy
He doesn’t feel entitled to be happy

She wants him to be happy
And he wants her to be happy

He feels guilty if he is happy
and guilty if she is not happy

She wants both to be happy

He wants her to be happy

So they are both unhappy

He accuses her of being selfish
because she is trying to get him to be happy
so that she can be happy

She accuses him of being selfish
because he is only thinking of himself

He thinks he is thinking of the whole cosmos

She thinks she is mainly thinking of him
because she loves him

(RD Laing)


… to the only reader of this blog ;).
You know who you are.

Andrea Rieu

So beautiful.


Let’s go to the circus tomorrow, if – God Willing – we’re alive; and if not, let’s go Tuesday.

— Jewish saying

Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

by Langston Hughes


(Theme music from Boondock Saints)