This is just to say
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
—William Carlos Williams
Fairy tales do not start, nor do they end, in the dark forest. That son of a gun always shows up smack dab in the middle of a story. But it will all work out.
Now, it may not work out how you think it will, or how you hope it does, but believe me, it will work out. Exactly as it's supposed to.
Ted Lasso S02E05: "Rom-Communism"
If all our life is but a dream, fantastic posing greed
Then we should feed our jewelry to the sea
For diamonds do appear to be
Just like broken glass to me
Panic! At The Disco - Northern Downpour
In the year 1054, astronomers in the imperial court of the Song dynasty looked up at the sky and saw a star where there had been none before. It was so bright, it could be seen even in the middle of the day, but in two years' time, it had disappeared. The Song astronomers called it kèxīng, a guest star, for its brief visit to Earth's heavens.
700 years later, an Frenchman looked through his telescope and saw a glowing cloud he mistook for a comet.
900 years later, an American noticed that the glowing cloud was in the same place as the guest star from 1054, and suggested that they were the same object.
Twenty years ago, a telescope named after that same American took a photograph of the guest star, now identified as the Crab Nebula.
Because of the records of the ancient Chinese astronomers, we know that this nebula was created by a supernova—a star that ran out of nuclear fuel, and rather than fade away, chose to go out with one big, beautiful bang.
So that's how stars die, then.
That's one way to look at it, from a human perspective.
But everything that made the star is still there.
The heat and the gas and the light. They just changed shape.
The law of conservation of energy and matter.
It goes on to become new stars, planets,
comets, glittering clouds of gas in the sky.
It is a kind of love, is it not?
How the cup holds the tea,
How the chair stands sturdy and foursquare,
How the floor receives the bottoms of shoes
Or toes. How soles of feet know
Where they're supposed to be.
I've been thinking about the patience
Of ordinary things, how clothes
Wait respectfully in closets
And soap dries quietly in the dish
And towels drink the wet
From the skin of the back.
And the lovely repetition of stairs.
And what is more generous than a window?
—Pat Schneider
I loved my friend.
He went away from me.
There’s nothing more to say.
The poem ends,
Soft as it began,—
I loved my friend.
—Langston Hughes
If children don't grow up
Our bodies get bigger, but our hearts get torn up
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Oh, Heaven
Heaven is a place
A place where nothing
Nothing ever happens
Talking Heads - Heaven
Do or die, you'll never make me
Because the world will never take my heart
Go and try, you'll never break me
We want it all, we wanna play this part
I won't explain or say I'm sorry
I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scar
And give a cheer for all the broken
Listen here, because it's who we are
Just a man, I'm not a hero
Just a boy who had to sing this song
My Chemical Romance - Welcome to the Black Parade
And if you wanna find me, I'll be out in the sandbox
Just wonderin' where the hell all the love has gone
Playin' my guitar and building castles in the sun
And singin' Fun, Fun, Fun
Barenaked Ladies - Brian Wilson
I'm always dragging that horse around
All of his questions, such a mournful sound
Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground
Cause I like to keep my issues drawn
It's always darkest before the dawn
Florence + The Machine - Shake It Out
Caminante, son tues huellas
el camino, y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino
Se hace camino al andar
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
seve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar
Caminante, no hay camino,
sino estelas en la mar.
—António Machado
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard
Taken years ago
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals a picture in reverse
Still it's so much clearer
R.E.M. - Nightswimming
were you talking to me? oh weird i'm not here
yeah i got out of bed, curl-creamed my hair
cracked three eggs in a bowl and warmed them just fine
changed at London Bridge, caught the Jubilee line
turned up at the place, did the thing, said the hi
but yeah, no, yeah—power cut behind my eyes
i made a laughter noise, said mmm when you spoke
wasn't sure of your pronouns so said 'morning, folks'
went to the bathroom, pissed, the chain broke
couldn't remember what to do with a thing when you break it
in the mirror, good to see you,
shame you couldn't make it
—Lucas Jones