Triolet *
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night,
The swaying in darkness, the lovers like spoons?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes?
Does he hum them to while away sad afternoons
And the long, lonesome Sundays? Or sing them for spite?
Why should the Devil get all the good tunes,
The booze and the neon and Saturday night?
by A.E. Stallings
I really like her stuff.
*A Triolet is a poem consisting of eight lines with a rhyme scheme of abaaabab in which the first, fourth, and seventh lines are the same, as are the second and eighth lines.
About Me
"Age is about mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter" - Satchel Paige
An older woman will never wake you in the middle of the night and ask, "What are you thinking?" She doesn't care what you think.
"Always be reading something good so if you die in the middle of it..."
- P.J.O'Rourke
"I have never read Freud. Neither did Shakespeare."
- William Faulkner
"When a person dies, it's as if a library burns down - all singular experiences, anchored in unique cells, are extinguished."
- George Kohler
"Life is like arriving late for a movie, having to figure out what was going on without bothering everybody with a lot of questions, and then being unexpectedly
called away before you can find out how it ends."
- Joseph Campbell
"Better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you're not."
-Andre Gide
"To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else."
- Emily Dickinson
That girl became the
Spring wind.
She flew somewhere, far
Away.
Undoing her hair, lying
Down, in her sleep
She becomes the wind.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my own damn neighborhood.
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