Long Island Iced Tea – Volume 29 (LIT)

Welcome to the first Long Island Iced Tea edition of Words. The weather is warming up (for most of us), and what else tastes as good as a tall glass of iced tea on a warm day? … Long Island Iced Tea, of course. A little bit of this, a little bit of that, and you’ll soon be feeling no pain. But, since I gave up the hard the stuff, I now turn to Words to get my fix. So … here’s the first volume of Long Island Iced Tea, Words-style. You’ll notice perhaps the initials LIT also stand for Literature. I wasn’t smart enough to plan that, but it sure worked out.

We’ll probably do a few of these LIT volumes, especially during the summer time, as we’re out and about more. They’re a little easier to put together when we remove the theme-confines, but if you dig deep, you’ll probably find some feelings that tie everything together.

Okay, we’re out of here. May flowers beckon, and I for one am heeding their call. Have a great week! -Christy and Jennie

PS–We may take a vacation-weekend next weekend, so if you don’t see a post, don’t worry. We’ll be back soon! 

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May Flowers by via Flickr (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

May Flowers by Zach Frailey via Flickr (CC BY-NC-ND 2.0)

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“I am constantly trying to communicate something incommunicable, to explain something inexplicable, to tell about something I only feel in my bones and which can only be experienced in those bones. Basically it is nothing other than this fear we have so often talked about, but fear spread to everything, fear of the greatest as of the smallest, fear, paralyzing fear of pronouncing a word, although this fear may not only be fear but also a longing for something greater than all that is fearful.”

– Franz Kafka

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“I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.”

– JD Salinger, The Cather in the Rye

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She kept a diary, in which she wrote impulsive thoughts. Seeing the moon in the sky, her own heart surcharged, she went and wrote:

“If I were the moon, I know where I would fall down.”

– D. H. Lawrence, The Rainbow

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“Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it – don’t cheat with it. Be as faithful to it as a scientist.”

– Ernest Hemingway, letter written to F. Scott Fitzgerald on May 28th, 1934

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“Existentialism isn’t so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God doesn’t exist. Rather, it declares that even if God did exist, that would change nothing.”

 Jean-Paul Sartre

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“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. I was so preposterously serious in those days…Lightly, lightly – it’s the best advice ever given me…to throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck you down into fear and self-pity and despair. That’s why you must walk so lightly. Lightly my darling…”

– Aldous Huxley, Island

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May Flowers by Via Wiki Paintings

May Flowers by Martiros Saryan. Via Wiki Paintings

 

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“There was another life that I might have had, but I am having this one.”

– Kazuo Ishiguro

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“Take me or leave me; or, as is the usual order of things, both.”

– Dorothy Parker

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You must learn her.

You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.

You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.

And, this is how you keep her.

– Junot Diaz- This is How you Lose Her

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Look at someone you love today,
for one minute,

as if you saw them for
the first time.

As if they were the first ray
of sunlight, caught by

the tender passion of your eye,
lighting up your whole world.

– Ron Starbuck, Death

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Most people miss their whole lives, you know. Listen, life isn’t when you are standing on top of a mountain looking at a sunset. Life isn’t waiting at the altar or the moment your child is born or that time you were swimming in a deep water and a dolphin came up alongside you. These are fragments. Ten or twelve grains of sand spread throughout your entire existence. These are not life. Life is brushing your teeth or making a sandwich or watching the news or waiting for the bus. Or walking. Every day, thousands of tiny events happen and if you’re not watching, if you’re not careful, if you don’t capture them and make them count, you could miss it.

You could miss your whole life.

Toni Jordan in Addition

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it was just a little while ago

almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as I eat yesterday’s
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
an a quiet Sunday morning.
one shoe in the corner
standing upright
the other laying on it’s
side.
yes, some lives were made to be
wasted.

– Charles Bukowski

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“Hold her tight, if you have her; hold her tight, I thought, that’s my advice to all the living. Breathe her in, put your nose in her hair, breathe her in deeply. Say her name.”

– Francisco Goldman, Say Her Name

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Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, John William Waterhouse. Via Wiki Paintings

Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May, John William Waterhouse. Via Wiki Paintings

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“Sometimes it’s enough just to say
their names like a rosary, ordinary names
linked by nothing but the fact
that they belong to men who loved you.”

– Kim Addonizio

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“Don’t you do that.
Don’t you look at what I had for you and call it weak.
Not when you were the one afraid of it.
I stood there with my hands open,
my mouth bruised tender with supplication.
Don’t you dare treat me like a victim of my own emotions, like being
moved to my knees by love
was a mistake that I regret.”

– Unrequited | Caitlyn Siehl

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“There is a reason the ribs
don’t reach all the way around,
the heart was never meant
to be locked up & like
a caged bird, one day
it’s just going to stop singing.”

– Moriah Pearson (mooneyedandglowing)

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“I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again.”

– Charles Bukowski

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“You are not going crazy.
You are beginning to fold up in your own single way.
You feel your edges move toward the center,
your heart like a folded blanket unfolding
and folding in with everything contained.
You feel you do not need anyone to love you anymore
because you already feel everything,
you feel it, you fold it, and for a while now,
it will quietly rest.”

– Naomi Shihab Nye, from “Walking Down Blanco Road at Midnight” in Words Under the Words (Eighth Mountain Press, 1995)

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“I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.”

– Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire

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“Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

– Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

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“While looking for the light, you may suddenly be devoured by the darkness and find the true light.”

– Jack Kerouac, from The Scripture of the Golden Eternity(Corinth Books, 1960)

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“Don’t get addicted to being human. This is only temporary.”

– Robert Monroe

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6 comments

  1. I’m catching up on posts in my reader having been away for a few days – I’m glad I didn’t miss this one Christy. Full of May and transformation. Thank you. x

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    1. Hi Liz! We’ve been away for a few days too (Christy will be back next week). We’re glad you enjoyed this one! Hope you have a good week! ~Jennie

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  2. Out of the 22 passages, I only got Bukowski, Salinger, Hemingway and Sartre right. I couldn’t place the “Streetcar” passage even though it drove me mad trying. Happy weekend off . . .

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    1. Hey Cayman! I wouldn’t have gotten “Streetcar” either, and I thought I knew that one inside and out! Hope you had a good weekend! ~Jennie

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    2. So good to hear from you. Hope you’ve been well Cayman.

      (Tennessee Williams is good for stumping others. As a southern girl, you know I love my Streetcar.)

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