via Facebook... Okay. Taking this show to bed. Who knows? Maybe sleep will happen before voracious nomming... Or before project creep has me with shelves scattered across my room.
Showing posts with label May 20. Show all posts
Showing posts with label May 20. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... Cooking for yourself, to eat by yourself, is damned depressing. It's been a long time since I felt this single. Eating is such a social thing. For me, at least. I haz a hungry and a sad. Steve, I miss your cooking! When you come visit you better get into the kitchen and make me fuds! Bunches, so I can freeze and eat later.
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... I made a terrible mistake. Terrible. I laid down and SLEPT. At like 8. And woke at 10:something. And now I will never sleep again.
Monday, May 20, 2013
Darlene Pineda
via Facebook... This data better than I how I feel right now: Dirge without Music Edna St. Vincent Millay I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you. Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust. A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew, A formula, a phrase remains, --- but the best is lost. The answers quick & keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, They are gone. They have gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve. More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world. Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
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