Thursday, August 21, 2008

The Running of the Mouths

You're like a thousand crickets chirpin in my head.
I'll be hearing your chorus even when I'm dead.

Monday, August 4, 2008

The Spleen


Nevertheless, there it was, land with its noises, its passions, all its wares and its festivities; it was a dazzling, a magnificent land full of promises, and from which a mysterious perfume of musk and roses came drifting out to us, like an amorous whisper,the myriad music of life.
Charles Baudelaire"Already!"from Paris Spleen, 1869.