Fish Sticks
The Four Seasons
Nearer to God
The Waking
Frozen Dreams
Is it a face or bouquet of flowers
there on the threshold?
In the evening the smooth sound
of that imaginary flute throws everything
into confusion:
people’s voices, cars,
bewitched spirits in the dusk.
The eye goes from window to window:
Behold the leaves and birds,
Behold the lurching trains,
the sounds of the siren, the murmuring,
the frozen dreams in one’s hands
author: Rikardo Arregi Diaz de Heredia
title: Frozen Dreams
Until the End of the World
Havent seen you in quite a while
I was down the hold, just passing time
Last time we met was a low-lit room
We were as close together as bride and groom
We ate the food, we drank the wine
Everybody having a good time
Except you
You were talking about the end of the world
I took the money, I spiked your drink
You miss too much these days if you stop to think
You led me on with those innocent eyes
And you know I love the element of surprise
In the garden I was playing the tart
I kissed your lips and broke your heart
You, you were acting like it was the end of the world
In my dream I was drowning my sorrows
But my sorrows they learned to swim
Surrounding me, going down on me
Spilling over the brim
In waves of regret, waves of joy
I reached out for the one I tried to destroy
You, you said youd wait until the end of the world.
written by U2 or the film ‘Until the end of the World’ by Wim Wenders
Fly United
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Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon and your heart is light too & huge, beating with pure joy, pure helium. The sun’s white winds blow through you, there’s nothing above you, you see the earth now as an oval jewel, radiant & seablue with love. It’s only in dreams you can do this. Waking, your heart is a shaken fist, a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in; the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight down on the think pink rind of your skull. It’s always the moment just before gunshot. You try & try to rise but you cannot. |
Snowgeese, Fir Island Washington,USA
And so goes the winter inundation of snowgeese dotting the fields of Fir Island in a winter spectacle that never ceases to amaze.
The Pig War
In the summer of 1859 on San Juan Island in washington State USA there was a confrontation
between the British and American troops that lead to the longest running border dispute between Great Britain and the fledgling American country.
One summer day a boar belonging to an Englishman named Griffin from Hudson’ Bay’s English EnCampment proceeded to root through the potato patch of one Mr Cutlar a former gold miner turned farmer and herdsman who resided about one mile north
in the American Camp.
Mr. Cutlar summarily shot the boar ,an ensuing dispute began over the value of the replacement of said boar. This escalated to a governmental level
between the two countries which drew in the ill feelings regarding a property rights dispute regarding the islands themselves. Hence the name ‘The Pig War’.
Night Court
The Painter of the Night
Someone called in a report that she had
seen a man painting in the dark over by the
pond. A police car was dispatched to go in-
vestigate. The two officers with their big
flashlights walked all around the pond, but
found nothing suspicious. Hatcher was the
younger of the two, and he said to Johnson,
“What do you think he was painting?” Johnson
looked bemused and said, “The dark, stupid.
What else could he have been painting?” Hatcher,
a little hurt, said, “Frogs in the Dark, Lily-
pads in the Dark, Pond in the Dark. Just as
many things exist in the dark as they do in
the light.” Johnson paused, exasperated. Then
Hatcher added, “I’d like to see them. Hell,
I might even buy one. Maybe there’s more out
there than we know. We are the police, after-
all. We need to know.”
