Showing posts with label clock. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clock. Show all posts

Monday, July 8, 2013

Giving insomnia the finger (actually four fingers because I hate it that much)


“Every time you come in yelling that God damn "Rise and Shine!" "Rise and Shine!"
I say to myself, "How lucky dead people are!”


-- Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie



Fingers with cutout faces, one in stitches 7-8-13

“Do you wake up as I do, having forgotten what it is that hurts or where, until you move? 
There is a second of consciousness that is clean again. 
A second that is you, without memory or experience,
the animal warm and waking into a brand new world.”


-- Jeanette Winterson

“I didn't want to wake up.
 I was having a much better time asleep. 
And that's really sad.”

-- Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story


Thursday, June 20, 2013

Killing time


 "Again time elapsed."

-- Carolyn Keene, The Secret of the Old Clock


Mixed media self portrait 6-20-13


“The time would not pass. Somebody was playing with the clocks ... ”

-- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five 


Clocks--that's the problem.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Clocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of heading for the nearest star, 
all we do is corkscrew.
Clocks lock us into minutes, make Ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bits
until the bits are all we know
and the only question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"  

-- Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl 
("The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building)