December 2011
15 posts
Numb
I remember the feeling each time you try to reach for the bottle. Instead you reach through my chest, breaking my ribs like glass, tearing through my skin like a giddy, eight year old boy ripping through a piñata with an aluminum Louisville Slugger. I can feel it as the scars burst open leaving me open and exposed, unveiling my palpitating heart.
There are your fingers, searching...
Growth is full of beauty and pain, beauty because of pain, beauty in the midst of pain, and pain after losing beauty, but the good life is full of all kinds of mystery and paradox.
“As soon as a man and woman of almost any age are alone together within four...”
– Alice Munro
“There is no cure for madness
when the cure itself is mad.”
– Euripides’ “The Bacchae”
“When the storm is over and night falls and the moon is out in all its glory and...”
– Harold Pinter’s “Party Time”
“Nothing is more sterile or lamentable than the man content to live within...”
– Harold Pinter’s “Tea Party”
“I promised you [new Christians], who have now been baptized, a sermon in which I...”
– St. Augustine
