Thursday, October 29, 2009

The Reading Woman

At the beginning of the year, I had planned on sharing my calendar with you because I love the pictures and the quotes. I think I made it to March and then stopped blogging regularly so this is me catching up:

April:

I wrote my first novel because I wanted to read it.
-Toni Morrison

May:

Reading makes immigrants of us all. It takes us away from home, but more important, it finds homes for us everywhere.
-Hazel Rochman

June:

Wear the old coat and buy the new book.
-Austin Phelps

July:

Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, butstill attached to life at all four corners.
-Virginia Woolf

August:

A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us.
-Franz Kafka

September:

When I only begin to read, I forget I'm on this world. It lifts me on wings with high thoughts. -Anzia Yezierska

October:

There are books in which the footnotes or comments scrawled by some reader's hand in the margin are more interesting than the text. The world is one of these books.
-George Santayana

November (because it's so close):

The poem had a social effect of some kind whether or not the poet willl that it have. It has kinetic force, it sets in motion... elements in the reader that would otherwise be stagnant.
-Denise Levertov

Monday, October 26, 2009

Time

I've been wandering through a selection of poems by Emily Dickinson that I bought for $6 at Books a Million. Here's one for today:

Victory comes late,
And is held low to freezing lips --
Too rapt with frost
To take it --
How sweet it would have tasted --
Just a Drop --
Was God so economical?
His Table's spread too high for Us --
Unless We dine on tip-toe --
Crumbs -- fit such little mouths --
Cherries -- suit Robbins --
The Eagle's Golden Breakfast strangles -- Them --
God keep his Oath to Sparrows --
Who of little Love -- know how to starve --

Wednesday, October 07, 2009

On Repeat

That Year by Brandi Carlile

I must have been sleeping, I must have been drinking,
I haven't been dreaming about you for years. There was a
sharp turn and a sunburn. I was too cool for high school that year.

Must have have been New Year's. No one invited you.
Took things too far but I missed you and your antics.
You were lonesome and blue-eyed and so special to us.

You could have taken a long break instead of a
long drop from a high place. Ten years I never spoke your name.
Now it feels good to say it. You're my friend again.

Said he forgave you, I said I hated you.
He was the bigger man, I was sixteen. All of the innocence it took
For you to finally make the year book that year. That year.

You could have taken some time away instead of a long drop,
instead of a leap of faith. Ten years I never spoke your name.
Now it feels good to say that you're my friend again.
You're my friend again.

I was angry. I was a Baptist. I was a daughter. I was wrong.