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These soul-quenchers currently on rotation:
The Civil Wars nurse the sting in “The One That Got Away”
Anais Mitchell takes on “Shepherd”/ “Young Man In America”/ “Tailor”
For even the smallest hole may feel bottomless
if carved out by another’s less than gentle hand.
Every fluttering page, brick, case, or feast
that you’ve used to mend the hollow
only makes weary walls creak
beneath a pressure never invited,
now a (not so welcome) guest.
You’ve even learned to ration your love
into morsels no larger than pencil shavings,
feeding your ravenous craving with meager meals
not fit for any budding soul.
Were you to just abandon the dread
that you think keeps you from a famine,
you would find that full banquets of love
never diminish from returning visits,
but only surge and grow
as you help yourself to more.
The mind delights in lofty pursuits –
Tête-a-têtes in bilingual prose
And dissections of unsatisfying denouements –
Just to prove it can.
But when words grow weary
And wits tire of the unending race,
May you learn to sing of your longing.
For the soul rejoices in hearing its song,
Strains of melody painting delicate truths,
All heart affirmed, all opposition abandoned
With no chance to be mistaken.
They say that it is written
That souls were made to intertwine.
And as we looped into each other’s lives,
I traced unseen paths in your palm
Running parallel to life lines,
I let each one take up home in my thoughts,
step by step retreading the routes,
so that when the day came
that tepid fears made for muddled sight,
the direction home was always clear.
New York-based graphic designer Evan Robertson plucked out notable lines written by famous authors and transformed them into visual stories. Robertson would see a “little jewel of a sentence” and he’d underline it. Then, he would take those “snippets of text and ideas” and “let the words be a springboard for an illustration.”
Image Source: Obvious State
Once upon a time
You scooped up your dreams that lay about and presented them to me one by one.
Each one lit your eyes as you passed it from your lips
To let it hang, for three long seconds, before it hit my ears.
Each thought a marvel of ingenuity,
Aloft with a joy untainted by anything other than anticipation.
“How beautiful,” I thought,
But must have forgotten to say,
For soon you gathered them up,
and tucked them in your chest.
Let me say now that hope is my favorite color on you,
Unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
So pull out the dreams, however dusty, and speak them once again.
And this time when I listen,
I will tell you how they make you shine.
Of all the four letter words,
Fear hurts the most
Not the ears, but the soul
As it freezes passageways to what might have been
“I fear what might happen”
A future paved with ice is hard to traverse
Each step unsure as the foot lightly presses
Anxiously awaiting a plunge
But oh, when letters take new form
And one word shifts its place
To allow room for another
“I love what might happen”
Of all the four letter words,
Love means the most
A flame hidden in unassuming shroud
That melts worry and reveals a path below
Little morsel to send you into the new year. Here’s to a great 2012!
“Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.”
– Stella Adler