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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: Sun King
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In the process of being rescued. Tuesday, September 30, 2008. These days I feel like a sun-scientist (a helionologist? Who is so focused on studying the sun that he forgets that it rises. The hooting owl knows that the sun has risen and that she must sleep. The bird knows that the sun has risen and that he must sing. Even the sunflower turns his head toward the growing beams of morning light that move so quickly over the rolling hills of Illinois. Should I buy their shoes for them? If it rains during the...
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: July 2008
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In the process of being rescued. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Today is July 30th. Hello July 30th. And now, a poem by Dylan Thomas. Because that's the perfect companion for the epic metaphor. In The Beginning by Dylan Thomas. In the beginning was the three-pointed star,. One smile of light across the empty face,. One bough of bone across the rooting air,. The substance forked that marrowed the first sun,. And, burning ciphers on the round of space,. Heaven and hell mixed as they spun. The ribbed original of...
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: 8 hours.
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In the process of being rescued. Wednesday, July 30, 2008. Today is July 30th. Hello July 30th. And now, a poem by Dylan Thomas. Because that's the perfect companion for the epic metaphor. In The Beginning by Dylan Thomas. In the beginning was the three-pointed star,. One smile of light across the empty face,. One bough of bone across the rooting air,. The substance forked that marrowed the first sun,. And, burning ciphers on the round of space,. Heaven and hell mixed as they spun. The ribbed original of...
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: June 2008
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In the process of being rescued. Thursday, June 26, 2008. Noah and the Whale. I found out about this band on La Blogotheque's youtube channel. Which, by the way, has some amazing Bon Iver videos you should check out). Sunday, June 8, 2008. I carry your heart with me. I carry your heart with me(i carry it in. My heart)i am never without it(anywhere. I go you go,my dear; and whatever is done. By only me is your doing,my darling). No fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want. Thursday, June 5, 2008. On the c...
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: On The Balcony
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In the process of being rescued. Friday, July 25, 2008. In front of the sombre mountains, a faint, lost ribbon of rainbow. And between us and it, the thunder;. And down below in the green wheat, the labourers. Stand like dark stumps, still in the green wheat. You are near to me, and you naked feet in their sandals,. And through the scent of the balcony's naked timber. I distinguish the scent of your hair: so now the limber. Lightning falls from heaven. Adown the pale-green glacier river floats.
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: Noah and the Whale
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In the process of being rescued. Thursday, June 26, 2008. Noah and the Whale. I found out about this band on La Blogotheque's youtube channel. Which, by the way, has some amazing Bon Iver videos you should check out). I found them on someone's myspace last year and fell in love with them instantly. June 27, 2008 at 9:41 PM. I must confess, i've watched this video probably five times or so and it still makes me happy. July 17, 2008 at 9:04 AM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Noah and the Whale.
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: May 2008
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In the process of being rescued. Wednesday, May 28, 2008. I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else but you. If you were a river in the mountains tall,. The rumble of your water would be my call. If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow. As long as you were with me, let the cold wind blow. Tuesday, May 20, 2008. The roses of the day grow deep. I think my feet left the ground today. It could have been the coffee. And sugar, but i highly doubt it. Friday, May 9, 2008. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: September 2008
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In the process of being rescued. Tuesday, September 30, 2008. These days I feel like a sun-scientist (a helionologist? Who is so focused on studying the sun that he forgets that it rises. The hooting owl knows that the sun has risen and that she must sleep. The bird knows that the sun has risen and that he must sing. Even the sunflower turns his head toward the growing beams of morning light that move so quickly over the rolling hills of Illinois. Should I buy their shoes for them? The Stars Are Awake.
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y e l l o w b i r c h r o a d: Let us think of patients who are ill with tuberculosis.
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In the process of being rescued. Thursday, June 5, 2008. Let us think of patients who are ill with tuberculosis. Nor does it depend upon their wills in the sense of exerting themselves to will to become well. On the contrary, the treatment is most successful if the patients lie very quietly and are passive, exerting neither their intellects nor their wills. It is the sun which effects the cure. All the patients need to do is to be in the sun. Prayer is just as simple. Prayer" by O. Hallesby. This too sha...
