Death, be not proud, though some have called thee/ Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so ;/ For those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,/ Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me./ From rest and sleep, which but thy picture[s] be,/ Much pleasure, then from thee much more must flow,/ And soonest our best men with thee do go,/ Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery./ Thou'rt slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,/ And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,/ And poppy, or charms can make us sleep as well,/ And better than thy stroke ; why swell'st thou then ?/ One short sleep past, we wake eternally,/ And Death shall be no more ; Death, thou shalt die.
~Holy Sonnet X, John Donne

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

New Books

"I wanted to be justice, love and the wrath of God all in one."
-Marjane Satrapi

I just bought this book today, & can't wait to delve in. I haven't read many graphic novels, but expect this will be a good way to start. Will blog thoughts.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Up & Coming

"Everybody's got a heart worth breaking/
everybody has the one that got away/
everybody has a love they're looking for..."

-from Haunted, by Leagues



Going to keep an eye on these guys.

Keeping It Real

"Nothing is so important as to keep right spiritually. The great solution is the simple one- "Come unto Me." The depth of our reality, intellectually, morally and spiritually, is tested by these words. In every degree in which we are not real, we will dispute rather than come."

~Oswald Chambers, My Utmost for His Highest

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Do I?

This:

& then:
& then:
& then:

Finis.

How's that for a winter look?

Monday, August 15, 2011

"We'll Still Be Getting Gone"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMjXZlUOWSE


"Feel it burn in my soul.
Like a wound that is exposed.
I need to run, I need to go.
I took my time, I got no more.

So take me somewhere I don't know.
'cause Home is not places, it is Love.

I told myself that it was fine,
no shame in the jagged lines.
But then I woke in the night,
it raised my sense for a fight.

So take me somewhere I don't know
'cause home is not places, it is Love.

And I, I don't want no control
'cause home is not places it is Love.

It is Love
It is Love
It is Love
It is Love
It is Love
It is Love

Move along, move along, you're going too slow, you'll never see it All!
Do your dance, sing a song, I just need us both to Carry On!
Oh move along, move along, we won't stop until we've seen it All!
Clap your hands, sing a song, everything that we've ever had is gone, its gone :)
Oh move along, move along, we will sleep when our heartbeat is gone!
Lets live our lives, holding on, just you and me, we'll still be getting gone. we'll still be getting gone."

-"Home Is Not Places", The Apache Relay

Loving these guys right now.

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Be Noisy

"On your walls, O Jerusalem,
I have set watchmen;
all the day and all the night
they shall never be silent.
You who put the LORD in remembrance,
take no rest,
and give him no rest
until he establishes Jerusalem
and makes it a praise in the earth."
-Isaiah 62: 6 & 7

So thankful that we're called to clamor for God's plan to be fulfilled.

"Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth!"
-Psalm 100:1

Monday, August 8, 2011

"The going itself is the path."

"'I thought', she said, 'that I was carried in the will of Him I love, but now I see that I walk with it. I thought that the good things He send me drew me into them as the waves lift the islands; but now I see that it is I who plunge into them with my own legs and arms, as when we go swimming. I feel as if I were living in that roofless world of yours where men walk undefended beneath naked heaven. It is a delight with terror in it! One's own self to be walking from one good to another, walking beside Him as Himself may walk, not even holding hands. How has He made me so separate from Himself? How did it enter His mind to conceive such a thing? The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths- but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path."

-from Perelandra, by C. S. Lewis

Monday, August 1, 2011

"We Need A Myth" -Okkervil RIver

"We need a myth
We need an amethyst bridge
We need a high hanging cliff
Jump, fall and lift

We can make it
We need a myth
We need a path
Through the mist

Like in our beds
We were just kids
Like what was said by our parents
I guess

What we're after is just this
We need a myth
I feel my heart's like a fist
I want words spilling out

From the blessed lips
Of any prophet or goddess
I need a myth
Brought back to life by a kiss

Scrape away grey cement
Show me the world as it was again
In a myth
A red ribbon to reconnect

The lady's head to her neck
And to forget that her throat
Was ever slit
I guess

What we're after is just this
A myth
And I'm sick
Of all these picture books that try

To steal some old reflections for their light
But desperate measures point to desperate times
Which is why
We need a myth

We're cut adrift
We need a mass uplift
The world is trembling and weeping
And at the point of believing

In a myth
The sun that shines on my head
The moon that lights me to bed
Were two identical twins

In a myth
I heard the voice of a friend
On Lethe's banks
Wading in

He said
'Before I forget
We need a myth
As we lean in to kiss

To get two nails
Through the wrist
To get covered in blood
And to get covered in spit

And to forgive.'

And if all we're taught is a trick
Why would this feeling persist?
And with the truth closing in
I must insist

We need a myth."




"Lead me to the rock that is higher than I."
-Psalm 61:3