Fortress of Legos

"We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless furnace of this world"

Category: Rants

mhm-truth about poets

Wallace Stevens

A poet looks at the world the way a man looks at a woman.

Or at least the way a man should look at a woman, with love and awe and desire and respect.


Embracing Your Inner Girl

A TED talk by Eve Ensler-incredibly difficult to listen to but also beautiful and inspiring and I love the poem at the end.

true words.

don’t you know? the sun’s setting fast.


If I Should Have A Daughter

Sarah Kay, such a brilliant poet.

It says it’s 18 minutes long. The poem I’m excited about is the beginning and not 18  minutes long but worth every single moment of your time and I love it and you will too and it’s just great. So watch it.

Where the Sidewalk Ends

Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

So  much time in a city, all I want to do is walk with a walk that is measured and slow…to the place where the sidewalk ends. I want trees and grass and open spaces and no tall buildings or cement or bricks or tar-I’m feeling contained.

tickling my fancy

As an English major with a bit of an affinity for grammar and spelling, I cannot get over this piece by Taylor Mali. He’s on my list of heroes. All of his work, just brilliant.

Paradox of Our Age

I borrowed this, though I agree. 

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time. More degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, and watch TV too much.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back, yet still have trouble crossing the street to meet our new neighbor. We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space. We’ve done larger things, but not better things. We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait; have higher incomes, but lower morals; more food, and less appeasement. We build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less and less communication. We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short characters; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more food, and less nutrition. These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. Of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill. It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or just to hit delete…

– Dr. Bob Moorehead

Fall Weather = Cuddle Time

“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of a sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.”


You Deserve The World

This is a shout-out to all those folk that don’t understand how amazing they are.

You deserve the world. The whole entire world should rest in your palm. But, you won’t get anything, or recognize that you have everything already until you believe and understand that you do in fact deserve it.

You are beautiful and right and intelligent and all the things you wish you were. It’s true, I checked.

There are people that love you. People that want to be in your life and appreciate that you’re in theirs. I checked on that too.

Your body  is perfect. Your mind is perfect. You are perfect and if you aren’t, you are good enough. You must accept that about yourself. Write it on a note-card and post it on your mirror so that you see it every time you look at your beautiful face.

FEEL THE LOVE. I am sending it your way in bunches and droves and swarms and such and things. I want you to be embraced and enveloped by it all. I want you to be smothered by it, actually. Isn’t that nice? Doesn’t that feel good?

Do something good today. Make someone else smile. Make yourself smile. Make lots of people smile. Write me a pretty note. Draw someone random a picture. Send me a picture of that picture. Blow bubbles. Draw with chalk. Have a philosophical discussion.

I need to you be quiet for a minute and really listen to me. You are the most amazing person in the world. You must know that. You must know that. Please.

I LOVE YOU. Don’t forget that.

Are You Ready?

I’m ready.

No-I’ve been ready. I’m past ready.

I am drooling with anticipation. Pretty sure you should be too.

On another also drool-slobbered note, I made cookies today. Chocolate chip cookies, with cake flour. I think that they will be gone in a day. Maybe two. This is the second batch I’ve made in about four days, and it’s already had multiple cookies demolished.

They’re delicious.

But. I’m not drooling about those.

Not to leave you hanging or anything, but, I’m not ready to share yet. Soon. Hopefully tomorrow.

Lots of love!