Wednesday, April 29, 2015

"But the real difficulties, the real arts of survival, seem to lie in more subtle realms. There, what’s called for is a kind of resilience of the psyche, a readiness to deal with what comes next. These captives lay out in a stark and dramatic way what goes on in every life: the transitions whereby you cease to be who you were. Sometimes an old photograph, an old friend, an old letter, will remind you that you are not who you once were, for that person who dwelt among them, valued this, chose that, wrote thus, no longer exists. Without noticing it you traversed a great distance; the strange has become familiar and the familiar if not strange at least awkward or uncomfortable, an out-grown garment."
 --Rebecca Solnit
A Field Guide to Getting Lost

 "The Information: During the last seventy-two hours of a person’s life, there will be a discoloration of toes and kneecaps, a marked coolness of hands and feet. There will be mental confusion, and a mottling of the skin, which will start at the feet and progress up the legs. When mottling reaches the upper thighs, death is imminent. Two minutes after the heart stops beating, the person is still aware. This is what happens during the course of a natural death, an easy death. There are other scenarios—a bleed-out, for instance. If there is bleeding from the mouth and nose, we are to cover the blood with dark towels. There will be a large quantity of blood, and we want to spare the family the sight of it. If there is an internal bleed-out from a tumor in the esophagus, say, or a tumor in the lungs, there will be no visible blood. The instructor says if this is happening, we hold the patient’s hand and wait. Death will take only a few minutes. Hold the patient’s hand and wait. The simplicity is so moving. It strikes me that the physical details of the dying body are as intimate and predictable as those of the body making love." 
--Abigail Thomas
What Comes Next and How to Like It

Monday, April 20, 2015

"I do not want anything stirred up that I can’t handle by myself...but now, instead of being safe and sound and insulated against desire (shudder), I was suddenly thinking other kinds of thoughts, having other kinds of memories. I went and bought Guitar Town by Steve Earle instead of listening to my better self, and I even played it indoors because when I got home the kids were out. After a bit, and despite my new relationship with time, I began to experience impatience. One song at a time was taking too long. I began to wonder if there wasn’t some way I could cram all this music in at once. Oh hell. That’s called fucking." ~What Comes Next and How to Like It, a memoir by Abigail Thomas.

This book is pretty god damned funny, so I actually bought it after the kindle sample ran out and I'm now sitting in a half filled half fixed tub (o hot water how I love thee), giggling.

Saturday, April 18, 2015

When my son listens to music, he looks down and his eyes move left to right as if he is reading. He is watching sound. There things like that about you, which only your mother observes and keeps.

Friday, April 17, 2015

"These notes have no intended audience, except for my conscience and God...It was if I had been flayed and my bowels exposed, inspected, groped, found wanting. It was not the judgment that had been passed on me, it was the fact of the exposure that disturbed me so. What was internal had been made external." ~John the Pupil

Thursday, April 16, 2015

Wednesday, April 15, 2015


Monday, April 06, 2015


"....it shook her to realize that some things, even those things far away from her in space and time, and especially those things that she loved, continued to exist, continued to endure. That anxiety and that wonder, mixed as they were, must be what love was." ~Prudence, David Treuer

Friday, April 03, 2015

   "According to the Biblical stories, Peter was Christ's closest disciple, but acted like a traitor when trouble came. After Christ was arrested, in the hours before the trial, Peter denied knowing his cherished teacher three different times. His fear trumped his love, leading him to violate his sacred commitment. Is there anything remotely comparable to that scenario developing in your own sphere, Virgo? If you recognize any tendencies in yourself to shrink from your devotion or violate your highest principles, I urge you to root them out. Be brave. Stay strong and true in your duty to a person or place or cause that you love."