Monday, September 17, 2012

Autumn by Amy Lowell

Autumn 2011 at Casa Dragonfly.

Autumn

By Amy Lowell 1874–1925

All day I have watched the purple vine leaves

fall into the water.

And now in the moonlight they still fall,

but each leaf is fringed with silver.

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Goodbye summer. Don't let the door hit you in the ass on your way out, you hot, mean bitch. Adios!! ~Marion

4 comments:

erin said...: heh)))

today i saw leaves plucked from the tops of yellow poplars. they looked like butterflies. it was beautiful.

too cool to swim.

good-bye fall, indeed.

xo
erin; September 17, 2012 at 9:52 PM
Wine and Words said...: It looks nothing like fall here yet. The fountains still spray in the park and the kids giggle behind their bathing suits. Damn it's hot.

Love you friend. Sent snail mail today :); September 17, 2012 at 10:50 PM
Ben Ditty said...: I've been anxious for Autumn too.; September 18, 2012 at 11:54 AM
Serena said...: Love your "goodbye summer" comment. LOL. And your Autumn '11 photo is gorgeous!
xo; September 23, 2012 at 9:42 PM

I Love Lorrie Moore!!

“You’re not a poetess, I hope,” said the English geologist next to her. “We had a poetess here last month, and things got a bit dodgy here for the rest of us.”

“Really.” After the soup, there was risotto with squid ink.

“Yes. She kept referring to insects as ‘God’s typos’ and then she kept us all after dinner one evening so she could read from her poems, which seemed to consist primarily of the repeating line ‘the hairy kiwi of his balls.’”

From: “Birds of America” by Lorrie Moore, page 266, ‘Terrific Mother’

Miranda July's Best Book:

"Do you have doubts about life? Are you unsure if it is worth the trouble? Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person's face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street, and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It's okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise." From: "No One Belongs Here More Than You Stories by Miranda July", Page 11

A Dreamy, Drug of a Book

"The minute you land in New Orleans, something wet and dark leaps on you and starts humping you like a swamp dog in heat, and the only way to get that aspect of New Orleans off you is to eat it off. That means beignets and crayfish bisque and jambalaya, it means shrimp remoulade, pecan pie and red beans with rice, it means elegant pompano au papillote, funky file z'herbes, and raw oysters by the dozen, it means grillades for breakfast, a po' boy with chowchow at bedtime, and tubs of gumbo in between. It is not unusual for a visitor to the city to gain fifteen pounds in a week---yet the alternative is a whole lot worse. If you don't eat night and day, if you don't constantly funnel the indigenous flavors into your bloodstream, then the mystery beast will go right on humping you, and you will feel its sordid presence rubbing against you long after you have left town." ~Tom Robbins, "Jitterbug Perfume", page 240