Blur ~ Beetlebum BeetlebumWhat you’ve doneShe’s a gunNow what you’ve doneBeetlebumGet nothing doneYou beetlebumJust get numbNow what you’ve doneBeetlebumAnd when she lets me slip awayShe turns me onAll my violence is goneNothing is wrongI just...
Raven, Helsinki Harbor by Stephen Kuusisto The raven stood in a baby carriage and croaked to passersby. Her voice was a purple softness, really not much. Something about a dingy bird is a question—where shall we work and live—or how did it come to this, a thing called...
Barbara shot all these while she rode the Amtrak Pacific Surfliner Train from San Diego to Los Angeles, a week or so ago. And here, a classic poem about rain, There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale (War Time) There will come soft rains and the smell of the...
Girl you drive me crazyWhy you never come aroundNow you’re such a ladyWhy your feet don’t touch the groundTell me pretty babySay you’ll never let me downAutumn clearingAll the leaves are falling downI can see clearly...
This image is so strange and weird and funny all at once. I love it. Originally published February 26, 2013. There’s a little churchyard just along the way It used to be Lambeth’s finest array Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz Till the war came...
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