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The Love Language Calm Down (Live) from Ruby Red www.thelovelanguage.com www.mergerecords.come/the-love-language 8/27/2014 "Private Show…" Sky City・ Augusta, G.A.

#calm down #TheLoveLanguage #NC

ON THE EDGE IN ST. LOUIS

The airport motel rattles like rain. Hot Missouri eases through the hole The air conditioner ought to fill. Whisky flows. Over Kansas hangs a twisted slice of moon. There, here, and in Iowa, it is easy now To understand why a man kills for no good Reason. How much corn, how many acres Of plowed and unplowed fields can any living Thing abide? And for how long? Belly up, the road turns and bends back On itself. Through the black Midwestern Night the lights of a distant truck bounce Across the sea of wheat. I squint myself Into another time; on the ridges of squared Windcut bluffs stand, poised, miles of Indians. Being here, I know why they died For Montana, Dakota, Wyoming. The plane turns to me; the truck of dreams Freezes on the slope. Jet-roar burns the air Like dry ice. I doze, wake, doze, tossing In the heat that nightfall cannot soothe. Stephen Gardner, Taking the Switchback Dr. Gardner was my English professor in college. Beloved by many, he had a gift not only for writing, but also for teaching. My favorite part of the day was attending his class to hear his low, gentle voice reciting the days reading, commanding attention by breathing life into words that permeated the room, captured our focus and brought us together in conversation and shared intrigue. He is missed.

#Poetry #RememberingDr. Gardner

Sonnet In Tetrameter

Not only love plus awful grief, The ardent and consuming pain Of all who loved and who remain To tend aghast the buried brief Eternal, propping laurel-leaf And frozen rose above the slain,— But pity lest they die again Makes of the mind an iron sheaf Of bundled memories. Ah, bright ghost, Who shadow all I have and do, Be gracious in your turn, be gone! Suffice it that I loved you most. I would be rid of even you, And see the world I look upon. Edna St. Vincent Millay http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/53/1#!/20581508/0

#st. vincent

It was a pleasure then… Could you just be here again? To know what there was to see; When all the Sunday people Were so quiet in the dark Afraid to be better the next day. Nico 6-02-1987 5-20-2008

#remembering Katie York

Happy Valentine's Day

When we open ourselves you yourself to me and I myself to you, when we submerge you into me and I into you when we vanish into me you and into you I Then am I me and you are you Schlink, Bernhard. The Reader. New York: Vintage Books, 1998. Print.

#valentine's day #the reader #poetry

By presenting only the virulent forms of hostility against women, “Oppressed Majority” risks giving us a caricature of sexism.

freeindie

Blonde Summer - High Times

Does anyone remember The Craft?

(No offense…)

Vanderpump Rules, Monday's at 9/8c, Bravo

http://www.bravotv.com/vanderpump-rules/season-2/videos/season-2-episode-15-reunion-part-1

#vanderpump rules #the craft #pumprules

“Like a vibration,

My reputation,

Is hanging around my neck

It’s hanging out in bars”

The Whigs

http://www.thewhigs.com

Sky City

1157 Broad Street, Augusta, Georgia

http://www.skycityaugusta.com

Photos: M.C. Ivey

February 08, 2014

#thewhigs #sky city #athens #Like a vibration

Still waiting on the full-length album…

"Let it be mine, let it be mine…"

https://www.facebook.com/SinAndTheSwoon

#The Sin and the Swoon #folk #amber waves

"People You Love," (2012) Photo: Robert Montgomery http://www.flaunt.com/art/robert-montgomery/ Things were so much easier then; although you wouldn’t have known it at the time. The biggest misconception is how much time is left, because back then it was a life-time. At this point my memories are my closest friends, so it is no surprise that that is where I should find you now. I didn’t have a say in the matter; and if I had, I can think of one that should have gone instead of you. (Forgive that last sentence.) A downward glance accompanied by a large smile and mumbled pleasantries. That’s usually how you look when you come to mind. I do not believe that I would know your face without a smile. You were often funny without trying because you always kept the mood positive and I dare say you made light of many not-so-funny situations. And yet you were the kind that could get away with that sort of thing; so my memory says... Blunt and to the point — that’s how you rolled. The last actual conversation had before the growing older, growing apart “hey, how are you” conversations has always stayed with me and yet has not allowed me to change all that much. “Just go for it, what have you got to lose? And if nothing else, you’ll have the truth.” Isn’t the truth worth more than the hazy and hopeful what-if’s? “Life is now. Get on with it.” You were the catalyst to one of the greatest parts of my youth. You opened the door to my first love, what happiness and contentment felt like and acceptance, not only of myself for who I truly was, but of the possibility that great things could happen; I have been chasing this feeling ever since. Even more so since your death. Because until that point, death was just a warning and passing the days involved looking towards the ones where everything will be just so; the right job, the right friends, the right place to dwell, the right to truly live and then breathing will be easier. It isn’t easier. It just feels longer and shorter at the same time. (How pathetic that last sentence truly is.) You are missed.

#Alex #personal #loss

"I'm a discoverer, and I say, 'I ain't no fucking artist, I'm a painter.' I'm not creative; I'm not an artist. I'm not expressing myself - I think expressing yourself is about as tacky as you can get. I find things out and demonstrate and present these possibilities that I've explored." -Ed Moses

#flaunt magazine #ed moses #for the tribe

"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day." Frank Sinatra

The Bee's Knees

211 Tenth Street Augusta, Georgia

http://www.beeskneestapas.com

Photos: M.C. Ivey

#bees knees #wine

RIP

#philip seymour hoffman

...you have to find a goal and a path. I do want to change people's lives; and I'm not going to do that by being sexy.

Winnifred Bonjean-Alpart

#sexybaby

“The strange thing about television is that it doesn't *tell* you everything. It *shows* you everything about life for nothing, but the true mysteries remain. Perhaps it's in the nature of television. Just waves in space.” MsNotzi [Msnotzi]. (9 October 2011). “The Man Who Fell to Earth - Can You Here Me?” [Video file]. Retrieved from: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcTphlU_Qm0

#Bowie

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