Monday, December 30, 2013

Saturday, December 28, 2013

He Who Avoids The Light

Song from The Prestige (click picture)


Friday, December 27, 2013

A Letter

A Letter

I have tried a dozen ways
to say those things
and have failed; how the moon
with its bruises
climbs branch over branch
through the empty tree;
how the cool November dusk,
like a wind, has blown
these old grey houses up
against the darkness;
and what these things
have come to mean to me
without you. I raked the yard
this morning, and it rained
this afternoon. Tonight,
along the shiny street,
the bags of leaves--
but warm in their skins--
are huddled together, close
so close to life.

Poem by Ted Kooser

Monday, December 23, 2013

Dark & Starry

Song by Lulu Rouge (click picture)


Friday, December 20, 2013

Coal For Your Stocking

Rat Jelly

See the rat in the jelly
steaming dirty hair
frozen, bring it out on a glass tray
split the pie four ways and eat
I took great care cooking this treat for you
and tho it looks good
and tho it smells of Westinghouse still
and tastes of exotic fish or
maybe the expensive arse of a cow
I want you to know it's a rat
steaming dirty hair and still alive

(caught him last Sunday
thinking of the fridge, thinking of you.)

Photo by Junker Jane
Poem by Michael Ondaatje

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Play. Repeat.

Love this song and video.

Song by Röyksopp (click picture)


Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Traveling In The Night Car

Photo by marcandrelariviere
Song by Kavinsky (click picture)


Monday, December 16, 2013

Tiny Poem

Somewhere a pumpkin fell
breaking itself
into the shape of a face.


Photo by do not bend
Poem by me

Saturday, December 14, 2013

It's Not Christmas Without You

I have a mixed cd I put together some years ago titled A Strange Little Christmas. None of the songs on it are Christmas songs (save one), but they have become very much a part of the holiday tradition in our house. It just isn't Christmas til this cd starts playing.

This is one of the songs (click picture).

Photographer unknown
Song by Stina Nordenstam


Oh, yea...and here's another one.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Prose Poem


The sheer sensuousness of returning an offense. The release. Then no place to go but back into ourselves where suddenly we're cool and numb. That node of anger, that galvanizer, gone. No excuse left to delay living our lives. Maybe only love is as personal. The singularity, the intense focus. Once, though, in existentialism's first grasp, I was content to believe that in time the wicked would hang themselves. Nothing we need do to them. I'd forgotten how hurt won't let philosophy be king, that hurt wears its own crown, wants to rid itself of itself. But so much vengeance is a quiet affair. Just vengeance and me, the cause elsewhere, perhaps in another city, enjoying himself, untroubled by my trouble with him. I've taken him to sleep with me where he's met his proper death. No mercy in that dark realm. And no satisfaction when I woke.


Art by Alfred Kubin
Poem by Stephen Dunn

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Dark Ambient Christmas

I find this song comforting yet strangely disturbing.

Photo by Splotchy
Song by Ksine (click photo)


Monday, December 9, 2013

A Little Halloween With Your Christmas

Made a batch of these little guys for our tree a few years ago.


Saturday, December 7, 2013

O Lovelies

Pumpkinrot continues to feed my addiction. Got my birthday presents one day early.

Thanks, love.


The Walk Of A Dead Man
That's some sexy shit.

Song by Massive Attack (click picture)


Thursday, December 5, 2013

What You Can Lose And Will Lose

“Everything that falls upon the eye is apparition, a sheet dropped over the world's true workings. The nerves and the brain are tricked, and one is left with dreams that these specters loose their hands from ours and walk away, the curve of the back and the swing of the coat so familiar as to imply that they should be permanent fixtures of the world, when in fact nothing is more perishable.” 

-Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping 
(One of my favorite novels)
Photographer Raphael Fagundes

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Where Are We Going?

Photographer unknown
Song by Explosions in the Sky (click picture)

Monday, December 2, 2013

We Traveled So Very Far

Photographer unknown
Song by Stars of the Lid (click picture)


Sunday, December 1, 2013

We Have Always Lived In This Castle

We moved together very slowly toward the house, trying to understand its ugliness and ruin and shame.

Shirley Jackson

Photographer shellygrrl

October Is All I Want

The original Ballantine cover art, and the illustrations inside:



The Cistern

The Dwarf

The Man Upstairs

The Scythe

The Wind