Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Mr. Tambourine Man



Then take me disappearin’ through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today until tomorrow


Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Saturday, April 11, 2015

D. H. Lawrence



For my part, life is so many things I don't care what it is. It's not my affair to sum it up. Just now it's a cup of tea. This morning it was wormwood and gall. Hand me the sugar.

Studies in Classic American Literature, 154.

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Up With America















Candor would suggest that they call themselves white people drinkin' the Kool-Aid...

(Again).