Because Grace commanded so much respect, there was always most total silence when she arrived on set, but she never distanced herself from others, and she was enormously friendly to everyone — no stuffy attitude, no star complex. As for her talents, Grace acted the way Johnny Weissmuller swam or Fred Astaire dance — she made it look easy. And she probably went through life being completely misunderstood, since she usually said exactly what she meant. (Cary Grant)
E*&9$ K. has listened to Sweetest Kill 29,000 times in her entire life.
There isn’t a word for walking out of the grocery store
with a gallon jug of milk in a plastic sack
that should have been bagged in double layers
—so that before you are even out the door
you feel the weight of the jug dragging
the bag down, stretching the thin
plastic handles longer and longer
and you know it’s only a matter of time until the
bottom suddenly splits.
There is no single, unimpeachable word
for that vague sensation of something
moving away from you
as it exceeds its elastic capacity
—which is too bad, because that is the word
I would like to use to describe standing on the street
chatting with an old friend
as the awareness grows in me that he is
no longer a friend, but only an acquaintance,
a person with whom I never made the effort—
until this moment, when as we say goodbye
I think we share a feeling of relief,
a recognition that we have reached
the end of a pretense,
though to tell the truth
what I already am thinking about
is my gratitude for language—
how it will stretch just so much and no farther;
how there are some holes it will not cover up;
how it will move, if not inside, then
around the circumference of almost anything—
how, over the years, it has given me
back all the hours and days, all the
plodding love and faith, all the
misunderstandings and secrets
I have willingly poured into it.
- Tony Hoagland
Seriously.
I am reblogging this in order to put off writing.
BURN.
Known To Be Left
By Sharon Olds
If I pass a mirror, I turn away,
I do not want to look at her,
and she does not want to be seen. Sometimes
I don’t see how I’m going to go on doing this.
Often, when I feel that way,
within a few minutes I am crying, remembering
his body, or an area of it,
his backside often, a part of him
perfect to think of, luscious, not too
detailed, and his back turned to me.
After tears, the heart is less sore,
as if some goddess of humanness
within us has caressed us with a gush of tenderness.
I guess that’s how people go on, without
knowing how. I am so ashamed
before my friends–to be known to be left
by the one who supposedly knew me best,
each hour is a room of shame, and I am
swimming, swimming, holding my head up,
smiling, joking, ashamed, ashamed,
like being naked with the clothed, or being
a child, having to try to behave
while hating the terms of your life. In me now
there’s a being of sheer hate, like an angel
of hate. On the badminton lawn, she got
her one shot, pure as an arrow,
while through the eyelets of my blouse the no-see-ums
bit the flesh that no one else
cares to touch. In the mirror, the torso
looks like a pin-up hives martyr
or a cream pitcher speckled with henbit, pussy paws,
full of the milk of human kindness
and unkindness, and no one cares to drink.
But look! I am starting to give him up!
I believe he is not coming back. Something
has died, inside me, believing that,
like the death of a crone in one twin bed
as a child is born in the other. Have faith,
old heart. What is living, anyway,
but dying.
need this printed on a small card that I can present to people while saying “roughly, this” when they ask me about my religious convictions
witches of the world should know that the mountain goats have got your back
4 months.
eat more. kale.
Kale is on the menu everywhere I go. Why has this tasty green become so popular out of nowhere? (Not that I mind.) But, what happened? I started to believe that maybe there was an overgrowth of kale back on the farms so they had to convince all the restaurants to buy it at the same time to get rid of it. (I swear I’m not a conspiracy theorist.)
Well, as you may have already guessed the above is not the case. The reality is that kale is just super good for you, and hip SF restaurants catch on quick. Here are the top 10 reasons you should eat more kale:
1. High fiber content makes it great for digestion.
2. Kale’s loaded with iron (has more than beef), which helps with liver function, oxygen circulation, and cell growth.
3. It’s high in Vitamin K, which prevents against cancer, blood clotting, and Alzheimer’s disease. It also aids bone health.
4. High antioxidant content. (We all know we want more antioxidants!)
5. Kale’s an anti-inflammatory food. The Omega 3 fatty acids that it contains fight against asthma, arthritis, and autoimmune disorders.
6. It lowers cholesterol levels.
7. Kale’s high in vitamin A, which is great for your vision, lungs, and skin.
8. It’s filled with Vitamin C, which is good for your metabolism, hydration levels, and immune system.
9. Kale has more calcium than milk. Say goodbye to a bloated stomach and hello to bone health.
10. It’s a detox food. The fiber and sulfur make it your body’s best friend after an alcoholic-drink-filled weekend.
(For more about kale’s health benefits check out:http://bit.ly/H9AvoR.)
It used to be an apple a day to keep the doctor away, I’m thinking we need to change that to a kale salad a day…
(To see this post and more check out:http://thesocialight.com/.)
Emily Fault, 2012
