And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
God loves you because of who God is, not for anything you did or didn’t do.
No matter how you feel, get up, dress up, and show up.
Don’t ever take a girl to the NBA Finals. She’ll just get bored.
Music is everywhere, isn’t it? Even on a ski-lift. :)
Those heavy, drowned-washrag, still moonless nights
our hands would test the blindness of our faces,
tourists scratching their names on marble columns
valued for the old Ionic pallor.
Ah travelers, your unmarked passports held
down for the inky stamp and the waved hand.
Where had we been, what hopes had we abandoned?
That was the summer when we couldn’t sleep,
naked each night—your breasts aglow at dawn,
your clammy skin a glistening repeat.
The neighbors’ mournful country-western songs
echoed across the lawn at three A.M.
to anything awake to mate, to breed,
to summer’s insects with a geisha’s feet.
—William Logan, “Insects”
Photography Credit Paul Strand