December 2010
6 posts
“Limp papers whipped and beat upwards, rose into the air and fell head over...”
– Woody Guthrie
Blessed Cecilia, appear in visions/ To all...
I cannot grow, I have no shadow To run away from, I only play. I cannot err, There is no creature Whom I belong to, Whom I could wrong. I am defeat When it knows it Can now do nothing By suffering. All you lived through, Dancing because you No longer need it For any deed. I shall never be Different. Love me.
W.H.AUDEN
“Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.”
– Tallulah Bankhead
