Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

January 27, 2016


Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 10:50 am



What Are You Reading Wednesdays can be a game almost better than  drinking up from yr wordpress blog reader, eating a lettuce & tomato & avecado sandwich

To participate, open your current read to page 34 and answer the three questions listed below. If you have a blog, feel free to leave a link down in the comments so that others can visit and see your post. If you don’t, just leave a note with your answers.

The Questions are:
1. What’s the name of your current read?

2. Go to page 34 in your book  and share at least one complete sentence.

3. Would you like to live in the world that exists within your book? Why or why not?.


  1. “The Sunnier Side” short stories by the underdicovered Charles Jackson
  2. )”,,it was medicine now and if the whiskey could give her a small respite till the doctor with his sedatives or whatever. who was i to withhold it from her? She was so far gone in drink by now that one more could do her no harm (it wasn’t as if she’d been off liquor) on the contrary, it might relax her into sleep. I filled the glass nearly full. She sat up in bed, reached for it with both hands, and the edge of the glass struck her teeth sharply as she pulled it to her mouth. Her hands trembled violently and some of the liquor slopped over, but she got it down—and appalingly to watch, got it down in a series of convulsive swallows without pausing once for breath. Then began such a coughing, choking, racking and retching fight for airthat I truely thought for a dreadful moment that she would not recover. But in another moment she sank back into upon the pillow, reached out a hand and put it on my sleeve, nodded, and gazed into space inches above the top of my head.When she spoke again her voice was very tired. “Oh , Charles, if you only know what I’ve been through, they come with those awful tanks and those awful needles and they stick my arms and give me those awful intravenous feedings, and oh, Charles, they take so long, they hurt so,they take so long, so long…”
  3. ) we do live in this kind of world where the very old and dying…

January 24, 2016

Carl Sandburg

Filed under: Uncategorized — namelessneed @ 5:08 am

The sea moves always, the wind moves always,
They want and they want and there is no end to their wanting.
What they sing is the song of the people.
Man will never arrive. Man will always be on the way.
It is written he shall rest, but never for long.
The sea and the wind tell him he shall be lonely, meet love, be shaken with struggle and go on wanting.