“Whenever I saw her, I felt like I had been living in another country, doing moderately well in another language, and then she showed up speaking English and suddenly I could speak with all the complexity and nuance that I hadn’t realized was gone. With Lucy I was a native speaker.”
― Ann Patchett, Truth and Beauty
My friend Sarah made this and I am in it! Watch and share…. :)
Days you are sick, we get dressed slow,
find our hats and ride the train.
We pass a junkyard and the bay,
then a dark tunnel, then a dark tunnel.
You lose your hat. I find it. The train
sighs open at Burlingame,
past dark tons of scrap and water.
I carry you down the black steps.
— Anthony Hopkins (via seabois)
When you are lonely or in darkness,
The astonishing Light
Of your own Being"
— Hafiz (via andrewgibby)
Life goes on, but individual poems
stop. The most you can hope for is the line
that doesn’t end with a period. You
are suspended in the middle of a
sentence, possibly look up, then resume
reading as if the music never stopped,
as if everyone didn’t have to dive
for the chairs, of which…
The Last Movie I Loved: The Great Beauty by Emma Winsor Wood.
A great essay about a great movie.(via therumpus)