//emily-afsaneh//

The life spills over, some days. She cannot be at rest, Wishes she could explode Like that red tree— The one that bursts into fire All this week. Senses her infinite smallness But can’t seize it, Recognizes the folly of desire, The folly of withdrawal— Kicks at the curb, the pavement, If only she could, at this moment, When what she’s doing is plodding To the bus stop, to go to school, Passing that fiery tree—if only she could Be making love, Be making a painting, Be exploding, be speeding through the universe Like a photon, like a shower Of yellow flames— She believes if she could only catch up With the riding rhythm of things, of her own electrons, Then she would be at rest— If she could forget school, Climb the tree, Be the tree, burn like that.

(brainpickings)

'helping'

You cater to my hours so dangerously....

Thor vs. Zeus

New horizons..

A place to call..

//SATURDAY//AUDIOVISUALLY MESMERIC//

—Herman Hesse. The Glass Bead Game. 

Walking up to me expecting Walking up to me Expecting words It happens all the time Present company accepted Present company Except the worst It happens every night Ah-ahh Present company Excluded every time Ah-ahh Present company The best that you can find Talking like a jerk Except you are an actual jerk And living proof that sometimes friends are mean Present company expect it Present company Just laugh it off It's better than it seems Ah-ahh Present company Excluded in every way Ah-ahh Present company Makes me wanna stay Killing it with close inspecting Killing it can only make it worse It sort of makes it breed Present company accepting Presently we all expect the worst Works just like a need Ah-ahh Present company Excluded in the night Ah-ahh Present company Included in the fight Ah-ahh Ah-ahh Ah-ahh Don't you want me to wake up? Then give me just a bit of your time Arguments are made from make outs So give it just a little more time We've got to bring our results I wanna play it 'til the time comes But there's a string of divorces You go and throw your little hands up I miss the way the night comes With friends who always make it feel good This basement has a cold glow Though it's better than a bunch of others So go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're throwing marks into pieces Baby, they're arguments, the pieces It's your show It's your show It's your show It's your show Work a little bit Every night's a different story It's a thirty car pile-up with you Everybody's getting younger It's the end of an era, it's true And you go Stop, stop, stop, stop Make me into bigger pieces It's as though he's home with you Wait until the weekend And we can make our dreams come true And it's a-go Yeah, it's a-go And if we wait until the weekend We can miss the best thing to do Go and dance yourself clean Go and dance yourself clean You're throwing marks into pieces Maybe they're arguments, the pieces Oh We should try a little harder In the tedious march of the few Every day's a different warning There's a part of me hoping it's true