Dances with the Daffodils

“you fit into me” -Margaret Atwood

you fit into me

like a hook into an eye

a fish hook

an open eye

“I had to keep on acting deaf if I wanted to hear at all.” -Ken Kesey, One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

When the kite lines first crossed, we tied them into knots

But to finally fly apart, we had to cut them off.

Since then, it’s been a book you read in reverse

So you understand less as the pages turn.

-The Shins, “Pink Bullets”

“People aren’t supposed to look back. I’m certainly not going to do it anymore.” Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

“I thought about getting back with him… When I was all doped up on Percocet.” -my little sister, after a surgery.

“We discovered the color of each other’s eyes.” -Jerry Spinelli, Stargirl

“I’ll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.” -Emily Bronte

“Got myself a threadbare gypsy soul. Likes to dance and drink and go wherever the wind blows.” -Pat Green and Willie Nelson

“But what are we but our bad habits? They make us feel alive, don’t they?” -Marilyn Harris

“She must not swing her arms as though they were dangling ropes, she must not switch herself this way and that; she must not shout and she must not, while wearing her bridal veil, smoke a cigarette.” -Emily Post (and to that one I have to say, “You go, Mom. I saw the pictures.”)

"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" -William Wordsworth

          I wandered lonely as a cloud
          That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
          When all at once I saw a crowd,
          A host, of golden daffodils;
          Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
          Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

          Continuous as the stars that shine
          And twinkle on the milky way,
          They stretched in never-ending line
          Along the margin of a bay:
          Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
          Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

          The waves beside them danced; but they
          Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
          A poet could not but be gay,
          In such a jocund company:
          I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
          What wealth the show to me had brought:

          For oft, when on my couch I lie
          In vacant or in pensive mood,
          They flash upon that inward eye
          Which is the bliss of solitude;
          And then my heart with pleasure fills,
          And dances with the daffodils.

This is where I got my blog name. I love this poem. :)

“Where we’re standing right now, in the ruins in the dark, what we build could be anything.” -Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

“It is well that war is so terrible, else we should grow too fond of it.” -Robert E. Lee

“And even if wars didn’t keep coming like glaciers, there would still be plain old death.” -Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five

The Sanskrit word for “war” means “desire for more cows.”