ibrunswick

A wall will not be constructed of words
that can break the straight line winds
of sudden spring.
That spring whose unexpected
thaws and chills,
by turns,
incite the senses with the perfume of
abrupt viburnum,
and freeze the early and the eager fruit.
There will be regrets
for things that went untasted;
and for the riches a lament
"so few!"

"In some communities there is a man who sells whistles by the courthouse or paper kites down by the river. In others there is a woman who decorates her home with multicolored lights and streamers every holiday. Usually these people are no more than small figures at the periphery of everyone's attention, but when they die, it can be more surprising than the death of a prominent leader or a renowned artist, because no one has ever regarded them carefully enough to consider what their absence might mean."
Kevin Brockmeier
"A Fable Ending in the Sound of a Thousand Parakeets"

Thanks to Tractern for eliciting a response to the mystery of why my icons were all fucked up this morning. You would think that, managing a site for artists, the dA administrators would be able to come up with something more appropriate and clever than the pop culture dreck they threw at everyone.
"I can usually judge a fellow by what he laughs at"-Walter Mizner