The heart asks pleasure first...and then...

I didn't know this was a poem. A very sad poem.

The heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep; And then, if it should be The will of its Inquisitor, The liberty to die.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) P.1890

me and you

You can do better than me,
but I can't do better than you.

- Death Cab for Cutie

http://www.flickr.com/photos/bannini/208408901/

When Earth's last picture is painted...

When Earth's last picture is painted
And the tubes are twisted and dried
When the oldest colors have faded
And the youngest critic has died
We shall rest, and faith, we shall need it
Lie down for an aeon or two
'Till the Master of all good workmen
Shall put us to work anew

And those that were good shall be happy
They'll sit in a golden chair
They'll splash at a ten league canvas
With brushes of comet's hair
They'll find real saints to draw from
Magdalene, Peter, and Paul
They'll work for an age at a sitting
And never be tired at all.

And only the Master shall praise us.
And only the Master shall blame.
And no one will work for the money.
No one will work for the fame.
But each for the joy of the working,
And each, in his separate star,
Will draw the thing as he sees it.
For the God of things as they are!

- Rudyard Kipling

So I took to whisky so I could recall The taste of his mouth on my mouth, that’s all.

Karine Polwart's The Sun's Coming Over The Hill.

I've been listening to this non stop for the past few weeks. She's my favourite singer, but I hadn't got this (her first solo) album, Faultlines. The lyric's for this song are just out of this world. I listen to them over and over and every time I just think it's about the saddest song ever.

Two different live versions of the song [the second just shows how great a live performer she is]:





Lyrics

Now we deal with those for whom life is but a carnal tomb, in which the darkness holds no power and neither does the final hour.

poet Seamus Heaney:

History says, Don't hope
On this side of the grave,

But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up

And hope and history rhyme,
So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.

Believe that a farther shore

Is reachable from here.

maybe next year

I've never known the story behind it before.

A Holy City discussion thought...

lower standards and aspire to principals.