Someday I’ll wish upon
Someday I’ll wish upon a star And wake up where the clouds Are far behind me Where troubles melt like lemon drops Away above the chimney tops that’s where you’ll find me Eva Cassidy
Chimneys
When an alluring woman
When an alluring woman comes in at the door, warningly traced the austere Kien-fi on the margin of his well-known essay, discretion may be found up the chimney. It is incredible that beneath this ever-timely reminder an obscure disciple should have added the words: The wiser the sage, the more profound the folly. Ernest Bramah
The city itself swung
The city itself swung slowly toward us silent as a dream. No sign of life but puffs of steam from skyscraper chimneys, the motion of the traffic. The mighty towers stood like tombstones in a graveyard, leaning against the sky and waiting for — for what? Someday we’ll know. Edward Abbey
At present I am
At present I am using a good sized bedroom in the 2 bedroom house here as a studio, and it is large enough to step back from my canvases, and has a good north light. It should serve very well until I can afford to have the storeroom half of the back building lined and … Read more
There did he sit
There did he sit shrivelled in his chimney corner, fretting on account of his weak legs, world weary, will weary, and one day he suffocated through his excessive pity. Friedrich Nietzsche
The nonexistent is whatever
The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. Only after death, only in solitude, does a man’s true nature emerge. In death, as on the chimney sweep’s Saturday night, the soot gets washed from his body. Franz Kafka
The image by Barry
The image by Barry Blitt of Barack Obama and Michelle in the White House with him dressed as a terrorist, her dressed as an Angela Davis character, a flag burning in the chimney, a portrait of Bin Laden on the wall is an image I’m extremely proud of. Francoise Mouly
This is a valley
This is a valley of ashes–a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray … Read more
What good is truth,
What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? Diane Setterfield
My gripe is not
My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? When the lightning strikes shadows on the bedroom wall and … Read more