"The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry."
~ Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell To Arms



"Our lives disconnect and reconnect, we move on, and later we may touch one another, again bounce away. This is the felt shape of a human life, neither simply linear nor wholly disjunctive nor endlessly bifurcating, but rather this bouncey sequence of bumping into's and tumblings apart."
~ Salman Rushdie, The Ground Beneath Her Feet



Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Memorial Weekend 

(Pearl Jam, Black)


In the morning
We were moving a rose bush
(With difficulty)
Tangled roots in the dirt
Rocks and red clay

In the afternoon
We were pricked by it's thorns
(The pain different for each)
The blood oozed into the ground
Our hearts turned black


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