Dinosaurs on Other Planets |
Danielle McLaughlin
Death of the Little Match Girl |
Zoran Ferić * 2 June 1961
Time changes everything except something within us which is always surprised by change. |
Thomas Hardy (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928)
Joachim Raff (27 May 1822 – 24 or 25 June 1882)
Daniel Müller-Schott * 2 November 1976
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone valley we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there
And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky!
Then I sing the wild song it was once rapture to hear
When our voices, commingly, breathed like one on the ear;
And as Echo far off through the vale my sad orison rolls, I think,
O my Love! 'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom of Souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
Thomas Moore (28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852)
At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone valley we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there
And tell me our love is remember'd even in the sky!
Then I sing the wild song 'twas once such pleasure to hear
When our voices, commingly, breathed like one on the ear;
And as Echo far off through the vale my said orison rolls,
I think, O my Love! 'tis thy voice, from the Kingdom of Souls
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
Thomas Moore (28 May 1779 – 25 February 1852)
Journey to the End of the Night * "The poetry of heroism appeals irresistibly to those who don't go to a war, and even more to those whom the war is making enormously wealthy. It's always so." |
Louis Ferdinand Céline (27 May 1894 – 1 July 1961)
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. |
Raymond Carver (25 May 1938 – 2 August 1988)
I read hungrily and delightedly, and have realized since that you can’t write unless you read. |
I've got a deep dark suspicion that pretty soon we should start looking around for another planet for ourselves. |
Equality may perhaps be a right, but no power on earth can ever turn it into a fact. |
Honoré de Balzac (20 May 1799 – 18 August 1850)
A rebours. * “There's no doubt about it - gardeners are the only true artists these days.”* |
Joris Karl Huysmans (5 February 1848 – 12 May 1907)
* Alright, two more:
"Art and prayer are the only decent ejaculations of the soul."
"Only the chaste are truly obscene."