Happiness

I Go Back To The House For A Book //Billy Collins//

I turn around on the gravel and go back to the house for a book, something to read at the doctor's office, and while I am inside, running the finger of inquisition along a shelf, another me that did not bother to go back to the house for a book heads out on his own, rolls down the driveway, and swings left toward town, a ghost in his ghost car, another knot in the string of time, a good three minutes ahead of me — a spacing that will now continue for the rest of my life.

Francesca //Ezra Pound//

You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hand, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you.

I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name IN ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion see-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone.

An excerpt from __A Supermarket in California__ //Allen Ginsberg//

"What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon."

media type="youtube" key="8Az6bVkGQJc"

An excerpt from Title and Registration //Death Cab for Cutie//

"There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all And here I rest where disappointment and regret collide Lying awake at night"

(Right picture) Edward Burtynsky //Chinese Industrial Landscape// 2004

Connection Continue down the hall