Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Saturday, September 23, 2006

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?
"For beauty," I replied.
"And I for truth, -the two are one;
We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a night,
We talked between the rooms,
Until the moss had reached our lips,
And covered up our names.

Emily Dickinson


...And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die

They Might Be Giants

henry a.

the reverend holmes

tipsy

bert, knocked off

23 y's 5 m's & 17 d's

howard s. moore

lucy l... aged 38 yrs

at rest