Friday, May 16, 2014

. . . and today I will be on my hands and knees fruitlessly attempting to scrub the smell of stale dog urine out of a broad tract of 1970s-era wall-to-wall (formerly shag) brown carpeting. Such is the life of the Poet.


acting of
ambitions of
anger and rages of
anxiety of
appearance of
appendectomy of
awards and honors of
baby-sitting jobs of
birthdays of
birth of
book offers of
at camp
childhood of
clothes of
confidence of
controlling behavior of
copyright of
dating of

        --from the index of Rough Magic: A Biography of Sylvia Plath, by Paul Alexander


I know there are no people on Mars, because I know Mars is a frozen body. Mars was like the Earth, but many billions of years ago. The earth will also be like Mars, but in several hundred years' time. I feel that the Earth is suffocating, and therefore I ask everyone to abandon factories and obey me. I know what is needed for the salvation of the earth. I know how to light a stove and will therefore be able to light up the earth.

        --Vaslav Nijinksy, from a diary entry, February 27, 1919


"Ach Gott, what disgusting work to do!--but the destroying of bugs cannot be delegated."

        --Jane Welsh Carlyle, from a letter to Thomas Carlyle, August 18, 1843

1 comment:

Carlene said...

Baking soda and vinegar paste...let dry, then vacuum.

Hope you are well!!