An old woman once told me the secret to looking young at 95
It’s so simple, really. Sometimes I wonder why we even need all these religions. I will start my own: Throw love around like a contagion.
As Slug said, “I’ll make you smile from the simple fact I’m good at it, I’ll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it”
oh and my Muslim friend is trying to get me to convert to Islam… it is very unlikely that I will. but I told him to get me a copy of the Qur’an in English, and I will certainly discuss it with him. These are my conceptions of it (of course I have never read it, so who knows how accurate they are):
1. It says women are inferior to men
2. talks a lot about killing “infidels”
3. They can’t eat pork
4. Jesus was a prophet, not God
I will let you know what I learn. Should be interesting.
Of the year I turn thirty-seven. Already the little fists
Of leaves are forming inside the knotted ends of twigs
All over Houston. The cold weather is over. This winter
Again there was no freeze. And tonight it’s very late,
And it’s Sunday, and no cars pass on the big road
By the house, but out there in the night
Some kids about seventeen are doing terrible things
They’ll get by with, and grow out of, and remember
The way they’ll remember what love felt like at first,
Before it stopped being the surest path to ruination,
Before it had done the worst it could and passed away.
And to them it’s as if those who lived this life before them
Moved with the jerky speeded-up gestures of characters
In old-fashioned movies, their expressions intense
And exaggerated; they roll their eyes and loll their tongues
When the heroin hits their blood. It’s as if the beauty
Of evil lives only in the present, where the drop of dope
Clinging to the tip of the stainless steel point
Catches the light like dew; and it doesn’t matter
That the light falls from a streetlamp with a short in it,
And the impatient boy with the syringe in his hand
Will touch the drop back into the spoon
So as not to waste it. It’s his instinct telling him
How much it means to live this now, before he knows
Better, while he still has a chance to survive it.
It’s the moon over his head with its polished horns
That would slip through his skin if he touched them.
It’s the trees leaping to life in his blood, greenness
Unfurling so hard it almost bursts his heart.
so there’s this website called least helpful.