Expect a most agreeable letter, for not being overburdened with subject (having nothing at all to say), there shall be no
check to my genius from beginning to end.
--Jane Austen
how should another know your mind?
And there was a beautiful view
But nobody could see.
Cause everybody on the island
Was saying: Look at me! Look at me!
--Laurie Anderson
will he discern what quickens you?
Monday, March 22, 2010 @ 5:52 AM
He loved three things...
Anna Akhmatova
He loved these three things White peacocks, evening songs, And worn-out maps of America. No crying of children, No raspberry tea, No women's hysterics… I was married to him.