Friday Afternoon Pick Me Up
April 6, 2012 § Leave a comment
It’s all very confusing. One of my problems it that I mix up love and pity. I can’t really distinguish the two, but maybe they do go hand in hand, because as soon as you love someone, you don’t want them to feel pain. But you know they will. You see the tenuous illusions they surround themselves with to keep going, how easily they could be hurt and crushed, and so you pity them, in the same way that deep down you pity yourself for the very same reasons.
– excerpt from Wake Up, Sir! by Jonathan Ames
I’d like to think I can distinguish the difference.
Friday Afternoon Pick-Me-Up
May 13, 2011 § 1 Comment
Permanently
by Kenneth Koch
One day the Nouns were clustered in the street.
An Adjective walked by, with her dark beauty.
The Nouns were struck, moved, changed.
The next day a Verb drove up, and created the Sentence.
Each Sentence says one thing—for example, “Although it was a dark rainy day when the Adjective walked by, I shall remember the pure and sweet expression on her face until the day I perish from the green, effective earth.”
Or, “Will you please close the window, Andrew?”
Or, for example, “Thank you, the pink pot of flowers on the window sill has changed color recently to a light yellow, due to the heat from the boiler factory which exists nearby.”
In the springtime the Sentences and the Nouns lay silently on the grass.
A lonely Conjunction here and there would call, “And! But!”
But the Adjective did not emerge.
As the adjective is lost in the sentence,
So I am lost in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat–
You have enchanted me with a single kiss
Which can never be undone
Until the destruction of language.
soopastryheart 