“It is no less difficult to write a sentence in a recipe than sentences in Moby Dick. So you might as well write Moby Dick.”
Annie Dillard
And my final B.H. Fairchild poem for the week, though he has so many more:
Madonna and Child, Perryton, Texas, 1967
A litter of pickups nose into Sancho’s Market
south of town late Friday night rinsed in waves
of pink neon and samba music from some station
in Del Rio spilling out across the…
This is my favorite B.H. Fairchild poem. Just found it on tumblr
The Arlington (TX) Police and Fire Departments and the Texas-based nonprofit a Wish with Wings joined forces to realize the dream of a young cancer patient who wanted nothing more than to become Batman for a day.
Officers and firefighters, assisted by the Mayor’s Office, organized various comic-inspired crimes around the city requiring the ass-kicking skills of a caped crusader.
Accompanied by police and Big Batman, 7-year-old Kye, who suffers from leukemia, roamed the streets of Arlington as Little Batman, mopping up an attempted bank robbery by the Joker, and putting the kibosh on a city hall bomb planted by the Riddler.
At the end of a long day of crime fighting, Kye was awarded the Key to the City by Assistant Police Chief James Hawthorne.
(via City Helps Fulfill Sick Kid’s Dream Of Becoming Batman For A Day)
This is marvelous!!! SO MARVELOUS!
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Two mama cats who gave birth at the same time, co-mothering their eight new babies.
However, I prefer to think of them as a lesbians
A frog sitting on a bench (x)
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I found this man on 7th Avenue in Park Slope. He was leaning heavily on his cane, looking down, wearing a grimaced face. I felt bad for him, so I smiled and waved when I walked past. His face changed completely. He lit up, smiled wide, and gave me a cheery greeting. There was nothing forced about it. He seemed like a man who went through life looking for the smallest excuses to be happy.
I walked 50 feet down the sidewalk, turned around, and walked back to him. “I want to take your photo,” I told him, “because of how big you smiled when I walked by.”
He said: “Well I saw someone smiling at me who I didn’t even know. So I thought: ‘By God! I Better do something!’”
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This is a picture of me reblogging catamite
add a stack of comics in the background and this is me and Ellen
