New Yorkers speak more quickly and shift topics more rapidly. We all know that. But the way it's done is fascinating. At least it ...fascinated me when I first moved to New York. Someone has the floor and talks. As soon as I know what they are going to say, I can jump in, finish the sentence to show I understand, and take off into my own turn. The northern California I know isn't like that. Someone talks, and I lie back and listen and let them roll for a while. When they're done, there'll be a pause that will flash like a green light to announce that someone else can have the floor.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There was an old man lived out in the wood, His trade was a-cutting of Broom, green Broom;... He had but one son without thrift, without good, Who lay in his bed till 'twas noon, bright noon.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The time is perhaps not altogether too green for the vile suggestion that art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in t...he clear and does not make clear, and more than the light of day (or night) makes the subsolar, -lunar, and -stellar excrement. Art is the sun, moon, and stars of the mind, the whole mind.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Lift your eyes Where the roads dip and where the roads rise... Seek only there Where the grey light meets the green air The hermit's chapel, the pilgrim's prayer.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
So the soul, that drop, that ray Of the clear fountain of eternal day,... Could it within the human flower be seen, Remembering still its former height, Shuns the sweet leaves and blossoms green; And, recollecting its own light, Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express The greater heaven in an heaven less.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I light matches and put them in my mouth, and my teeth melt but the greenery hisses on.... I drink blood from my wrists and the green slips out like a bracelet. Couldn't one of my keepers get a lawn mower and chop it down if I turned inside out for an hour?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »