It's funny, but certain faces
seem to go in and out of style.
You look at old photographs
and everybody has a certain look
to them, almost as if they're related.
Look at pictures from ten years later
and you can see that there's a new kind
of face starting to predominate,
and that the old faces are fading away
and vanishing, never to be seen again.
-- Alan Moore, "Watchmen"
January 31, 2009
January 23, 2009
Family
One day
you will do things
for me that you hate.
That is what it means
to be a family.
-- Jonathan Safran Foer, "Everything Is Illuminated"
you will do things
for me that you hate.
That is what it means
to be a family.
-- Jonathan Safran Foer, "Everything Is Illuminated"
January 22, 2009
Home
They say
you know
Georgia
when you
come to it,
for it's nothing
but red dirt
and rough roads.
-- Charles Frazier, "Cold Mountain"
you know
Georgia
when you
come to it,
for it's nothing
but red dirt
and rough roads.
-- Charles Frazier, "Cold Mountain"
January 19, 2009
Grief
That was the curse
of being a dummy.
You were always
being surprised
by grief,
because you
could never remember
the important things.
-- Richard Bachman, "Blaze"
of being a dummy.
You were always
being surprised
by grief,
because you
could never remember
the important things.
-- Richard Bachman, "Blaze"
January 11, 2009
Pale
A fat man lay
wrapped in a white sheet
in a recessed berth,
looking as pale
and flabby as a maggot.
-- Michael Swanwick, "The Scarecrow's Boy"
(Fantasy & Science Fiction, Oct/Nov 2008)
wrapped in a white sheet
in a recessed berth,
looking as pale
and flabby as a maggot.
-- Michael Swanwick, "The Scarecrow's Boy"
(Fantasy & Science Fiction, Oct/Nov 2008)
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January 5, 2009
Drive
Untrimmed thorns
and sapling limbs
clutch at the car
with intermittent shrieks
that embarrass you.
-- Wells Tower, "Leopard"
(New Yorker, 11-10-08 issue)
and sapling limbs
clutch at the car
with intermittent shrieks
that embarrass you.
-- Wells Tower, "Leopard"
(New Yorker, 11-10-08 issue)
January 3, 2009
Mad
Crouching
like an assassin,
she delivered
calculated,
scalding,
phosphorescent
anger.
-- Robert Stone, "Bay of Souls"
like an assassin,
she delivered
calculated,
scalding,
phosphorescent
anger.
-- Robert Stone, "Bay of Souls"
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