March 2010
February 2010
That’s the way to do it, the grown up voices whisper. Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.
- Karen Russell, St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
Ghost Town
First Aid Kit
- First Aid Kit, Ghost Town
And I remember how you told me all you wanted to do
That dream of Paris in the morning or a New York window view
I can see it now you’re married and your wife is with a child
And you’re all laughing in the garden and I’m lost somewhere in your mind
“Last night I dreamed. Of melting ice and dying polar bears.
Bare feet in the snow, frost bitten.
And the air was filled with the cries of the seals with no place to land.
I wondered about the selkies. Will they have to shed their skins?
Forever doomed to roam the earth, forever longing for the sea.
Will their bones collapse under the weight of the wanting?
The frozen ice crackled, and I woke up with a vision of blood on the snow
and the taste of loss in my mouth.” —End of March
Bare feet in the snow, frost bitten.
And the air was filled with the cries of the seals with no place to land.
I wondered about the selkies. Will they have to shed their skins?
Forever doomed to roam the earth, forever longing for the sea.
Will their bones collapse under the weight of the wanting?
The frozen ice crackled, and I woke up with a vision of blood on the snow
and the taste of loss in my mouth.” —End of March
“My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there—and then bolt across the chasm between you, before the bridge collapses.”
—St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves (Ava Wrestles the Alligator) by Karen Russell (via pinpricks)
