Jocelyn
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A Poem
If you don’t know the kind of person I am
and I don’t know the kind of person you are
a pattern that others made may prevail in the world
and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.
For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,
a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break
sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood
storming out to play through the broken dyke.
And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,
a remote important region in all who talk:
Though we could fool each other, we should consider -
lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.
For it is important that awake people be awake,
or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;
the signals we give - yes or no, or maybe -
should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.
-William Stafford
Happy Summer!
{photo courtesy of Heather Bailey}
Vanity Fair is at it again with their new Young Hollywood shining star picks. I must say, I really love this picture of Amanda, Emma, Blake and Kristen. Oh to be 20 years old again….
Things don’t go wrong and break your heart so you can become bitter and give up.
They happen to break you down and build you up so you can be all that you were intended to be.
- Samuel Johnson
The Ultimate Washing Detergent Test: The Postal System.
Ad campaign for Breeze Excel where clothing detergent samples were sent in a box wrapped in a white tshirt, so when arrived it was perfectly dirty to test the sample on! Very clever indeed!
Cool! Great marketing trick!
GOP Strategist Bay Buchanan (via marco) (via jakoblodwick)
I just think this is an interesting breakdown of the current candidates.
Photo Courtesy of Lars Klove for the New York Times.
Article on The Red Leather Diary about a woman, Florence Wolfson, who kept a diary from 1929-1934 and recounted her life in New York City. The diary was then found by writer Lily Koppel.