Thursday, July 31, 2014

a good poem, and a favorite

Art by Mark Rupprecht, 'BULK'
Dear Friends, reproach me not for what I do, 
Nor counsel me, nor pity me; nor say 
That I am wearing half my life away 
For bubble-work that only fools pursue. 
And if my bubbles be too small for you, 
Blow bigger then your own: the games we play 
To fill the frittered minutes of a day, 
Good glasses are to read the spirit through. 

And whoso reads may get him some shrewd skill; 
And some unprofitable scorn resign, 
To praise the very thing that he deplores; 
So, friends (dear friends), remember, if you will, 
The shame I win for singing is all mine, 
The gold I miss for dreaming is all yours.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Matthew 25: 31 - 46

“But when the Son of Man comes in His glory, and all the angels with Him, then He will sit on His glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before Him; and He will separate them from one another, as the shepherd separates the sheep from the goats; and He will put the sheep on His right, and the goats on the left.

"Then the King will say to those on His right, ‘Come, you who are blessed of My Father, inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world. For I was hungry, and you gave Me something to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me something to drink; I was a stranger, and you invited Me in; naked, and you clothed Me; I was sick, and you visited Me; I was in prison, and you came to Me.’  Then the righteous will answer Him, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, and feed You, or thirsty, and give You something to drink? And when did we see You a stranger, and invite You in, or naked, and clothe You? When did we see You sick, or in prison, and come to You?’ The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’

“Then He will also say to those on His left, ‘Depart from Me, accursed ones, into the eternal fire which has been prepared for the devil and his angels; for I was hungry, and you gave Me nothing to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave Me nothing to drink; I was a stranger, and you did not invite Me in; naked, and you did not clothe Me; sick, and in prison, and you did not visit Me.’ Then they themselves also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see You hungry, or thirsty, or a stranger, or naked, or sick, or in prison, and did not [a]take care of You?’ Then He will answer them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did not do it to one of the least of these, you did not do it to Me.’ These will go away into eternal punishment, but the righteous into eternal life.”

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Novo Amor & Ed Tullett - 'Faux'



Clone,
caught hold of your flood lung,
harbour your ‘someone’,
prevent me.
 -
Shown,
you swoon in your lace run,
brooding, a quilt tongue,
pining me.
- 
Calm,
clot, cold, and bleed
 -
Bone,
pull over your midriff,
labour your inches,
widow me.
 -
Hone,
all crimson and hinges,
tarot and itches,
corner me.
 -
Faux
shot, sold and bleed.
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Cower all your cinders, fake us
bower in your shivers, shake us.

Monday, June 23, 2014

tea's ready, i love you

i make tea, 
partly in effort to steep my days-end in meaning
my true thirst is she,
the worth, 
of one hour 
is all sixty minutes of wanting her more absolutely; 
every day further, 
another day closer, 
for she, 
is beyond 
she is, 
waiting
she, 
like autumn, 
is approaching 
in season; 
so i, 
embrace summer 
its rains, 
its silence; 
only promise me a full moon - 
maybe two;
i've got the kettle on the stove  
and the frogs are harmonizing with the steady droplets of water from the tree branches 
night is here; 
i 
may not have been ready - 
but i will, 
forever be present, 
forever arms wide; 
i 
always said the best day for loving is today, 
and we
still have a few hours; 
wherever she is 
i only hope outdoors, 
to feel the fullness of the humidity 
and hear, 
the last scribbling of my pencil 
to the whistling that is coming from inside - 
tea's ready, 
i love you. 

Mesita 'The Villain'

show em how you're living 
weaponize your happiness