She was caught between her entitled taste for luxury and her yearning for true love. “She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.” Lily Bart, the beautiful and intelligent heroine of this novel, slowly slithers down the rungs of the New …

Bob Dylan – Don’t Think Twice It’s Alright > It ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe it don’t matter, anyhow an’ it ain’t no use to sit and wonder why, babe if you don’t know by now, when your rooster crows at the break of dawn. Look out your window and I’ll be gone, you’re the reason …

ONE ART > The art of losing isn’t hard to master. So many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, …

DADDY – You do not do, you do not do any more, black shoe in which I have lived like a foot for thirty years, poor and white, barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time. Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, ghastly statue with one gray toe, big …

WINSON HOMER 1/3 – He was an American landscape painter, best known for his marine subjects. Winslow Homer was born in Boston (Massachusetts), and his mother was a amateur watercolorist, also for that his art talent was on display early. He is considered a preeminent figure in American art. Almost self-taught, he began his career like a illustrator (Homer’s career …

THE PEOPLE, YES – The people yes, the people will live on. The learning and blundering people will live on. They will be tricked and sold and again sold, and go back to the nourishing earth for rootholds, the people so peculiar in renewal and comeback, you can’t laugh off their capacity to take it. The mammoth rests between his …

Our Young Man, interrogates the crucible of vanity prevalent in modern gay life. “He thought he was like an expensive racehorse whom all the people around him kept inspecting and trotting not for his well-being but to protect their investment. Feel his withers … is he off his feed? The grandstand seems to spook him, he needs blinders … his …

STOPPING BY WOODS ON A SNOWY EVENING – Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though. He will not see me stopping here, to watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer, to stop without a farmhouse near, between the woods and frozen lake, the darkest evening …

Sia – Cheap Thrills > Up with it girl, rock with it girl, show dem it girl, bounce with it girl, dance with it girl, get with it girl. Come on, come on, turn the radio on. It’s Friday night and it won’t be long. Gotta do my hair, put my makeup on. It’s Friday night and it won’t be …