The Way Through The Woods

"Yet, if you enter the woods

Of a summer evening late,

When the night-air cools o n the trout-ringed pools

Where the otter whistles his mate.

(They fear not men in the woods,

Because they see so few)

You will hear the beat of a horse's feet,

And the swish of a skirt in the dew,

Steadily cantering through

The misty solitudes,

As though they perfectly knew

The old lost road through the woods….

But there is no road through the woods." 

Rudyard Kipling

Photos: Margaret Durow, Jeff Luker

hear the sound of falling love
As I wonder where you are
Hits the ground with a dead sound
Know you ain't got far
You're too stupid and sissy-like
To say that you want out
You make the eyes of a million girls
And think you'll make them shout

Dead Sound
Dead Sound

I used to take you on every time
That sparkle turned to black
I used to drag you through my streets
When you came crawling back
Your cheap words that you brought on sale
Won't help you through tonight
You make the eyes of a million girls
And think that's what they like

Dead Sound
Dead Sound

And now you go through a million girls
And try to pick what's right
When nigtfall comes and you're still alone
Do you feel it deep inside
It's oh so cold on the other side
Where thoughts can turn you down
You make the eyes of a million girls
But I see no girl around

Dead Sound
Dead Sound

(Dead Sound - The Raveonettes)

The Sight

The phone caught him in its rings. He conceded, congratulated the voice on the other end for catching him and hung up. He went outside. They were having a party on their neighbors’ front lawn. As he approached to rejoin the party he noticed a change in mood, a stillness. He got closer. Everything erupted into applause. He bowed, then realized the applause was not for him. Did you see that? said his wife, her arms shaking. He told her he had no idea what she was talking about. It was the most magnificent, most beautiful…. She was at a loss. Over her shoulder he could see his brother was crying into his wife’s sweater, who was also crying but laughing at the same time. He demanded to know what had happened. His neighbor said, It just appeared. It was like a big ladle of cream light…. but he had to stop to catch his breath. By now his wife was drooling into her wine glass, overcome. She was far away, in some other place, possibly Florida. He had never seen such a look of pleasure on her face and her euphoria frightened him. He could hear the phone ringing again. He knew he would never make it in time. It was yet another thing he would have to miss.

Short Story: Brian Foley

Photos: Fan Ling

http://restlessthings.net/

Wishing her cheeks were gardens full of flowers

Upon this promise did he raise his chin,
Like a dive-dapper peering through a wave,
Who, being look'd on, ducks as quickly in;
So offers he to give what she did crave;
But when her lips were ready for his pay,
He winks, and turns his lips another way.

-Venus and Adonis (1593) by William Shakespear

The Virgin Suicides

"They had killed themselves over the dying forests; over the manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dust in the Wind

 

  

  

  

  

 

  

  

  

  

  

  

 
 

  

  

  

  

 

  

 

  

  

  

 
 

  

 

Oh, Paris

        PARIS!!