Monday, March 21, 2011

the slush in thunder

1. I spent a wonderful weekend in Harrisburg, PA, helping out with a PYM (Philadelphia Yearly Meeting) middle school aged youth retreat. Hung out with great youth, great FAPs (Friendly Adult Presences), and I even got some free out of season non-local vegetables to take home. And you all know how much I love free out of season non-local food.

2. Qwerty Beats.

3. Mark Jenkins' street art.

4. My cousin Janice's wedding video.


Black spring! Pick up your pen, and weeping,
Of February, in sobs and ink,
Write poems, while the slush in thunder
Is burning in the black of spring.

Through clanking wheels, through church bells ringing
A hired cab will take you where
The town has ended, where the showers
Are louder still than ink and tears.

Where rooks, like charred pears, from the branches
In thousands break away, and sweep
Into the melting snow, instilling
Dry sadness into eyes that weep.

Beneath - the earth is black in puddles,
The wind with croaking screeches throbs,
And-the more randomly, the surer
Poems are forming out of sobs.
- Boris Pasternak

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