Awake When I'm Sleeping

I'll tell you one thing

Late Fragment

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.

Raymond Carver

At a certain point in our lives we crumble our regrets like biscuits in our morning coffee.

Natalia Ginzburg

If you don’t like my principles, I’ve got others.

Groucho Marx

we are the people.
we are nothing
more.

Charles Bukowski

Somebody picks up a phone. He dials a number. His voice travels a thousand miles into another country. On the other end somebody picks up and hears the voice. Who is this?– This is me. The phone is hung up. The voice travels back a thousand miles.

Elsewhere somebody picks up a phone and before he could dial forgets the number.

From Spaces by Arkaye Kierulf

"If your world doesn’t allow you to dream, move to one where you can."

Billy Idol

Where?

My Grandma’s Love Letters

There are no stars tonight 
But those of memory. 
Yet how much room for memory there is 
In the loose girdle of soft rain. 


There is even room enough 
For the letters of my mother’s mother, 
Elizabeth, 
That have been pressed so long 
Into a corner of the roof 
That they are brown and soft, 
And liable to melt as snow. 


Over the greatness of such space 
Steps must be gentle. 
It is all hung by an invisible white hair. 
It trembles as birch limbs webbing the air. 


And I ask myself: 


"Are your fingers long enough to play 
Old keys that are but echoes: 
Is the silence strong enough 
To carry back the music to its source 
And back to you again 
As though to her?"


Yet I would lead my grandmother by the hand 
Through much of what she would not understand; 
And so I stumble. And the rain continues on the roof 
With such a sound of gently pitying laughter.

  by Hart Crane
Weather forecast for tonight: dark.

George Carlin

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?
That depends a good deal on where you want to get to.
I don’t much care where.
Then it doesn’t much matter which way you go.
So long as I get somewhere.
Oh, you’re sure to do that, if only you walk long enough.

Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

“I can’t believe I said it out loud. The truth doesn’t set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable. But free? I don’t feel free. I feel like shit.”


― Melina Marchetta, Saving Francesca