Then they danced down the street like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everyone goes 'Awww!'
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
Swift swallows and spring days were shuttling by;
Of ninety radiant ones three score had fled.
Young grass spread all its green to heaven's rim;
Some blossoms marked pear branches with white dots.
Now came the Feast of Light in the third month With graveyard rites and junkets on the green.
As merry pilgrims flocked from near and far,
The sisters and their brother went for a stroll.
Monday, March 22, 2010
"Life's sort of like a game of tennis.
You have no choice over how that ball comes to you
but it's how you hit it back that counts."
"So I would have liked to have gone out with a bit more flair,
but I feel if I can die with dignity
then that's the main thing you know.
I don't think it matters how long you live
as long as you can say
'I've gotten everything out of life.'"