March 23rd, 2011

“I have no shrewd advice to offer developing writers about this business of snatching time and space to work. I do not have anything profound to offer mother-writers or worker-writers except to say that it will cost you something. Anything of value is going to cost you something.”

–Toni Cade Bambara
March 22nd, 2011

“And now we are traveling the wild Irish sea
Our passengers happy and their hearts full of glee
The sailors, like tigers, they stalk to and fro
While away to the westward on the Dreadnaught we go.”

–The Dreadnaught
March 21st, 2011

“I cut my locks and I changed my name
From Fair Eleanor to Sweet William
Went to court to serve my king
As the famous flower of serving men

“So well I served my lord, the king
That he made me his chamberlain
He loved me as his son
The famous flower of serving men

“Oh oft time he’d look at me and smile
So swift his heart I did beguile
And he blessed the day that I became
The famous flower of serving men

“But all alone in my bed at e’en
Oh there I dreamed a dreadful dream
I saw my bed swim with blood
And I saw the thieves all around my head”

–The Famous Flower of Serving Men
March 20th, 2011

“My Dad said I should marry him, that I should be his bride,
And I saw me walking up the aisle with Foxy by my side,
But Foxy was a bit too sly, and I didn’t trust his smile,
So I told him change the wedding day and put it by awhile.

“This didn’t suit old Mr. Fox, he said I’d rue the day,
He pulled his hat down over his eyes and went upon his way,
But unbeknown to Foxy, I’d followed through the wood,
Till I came across the clearing where his fine old mansion stood.

“I hadn’t been there but a while, when I heard a scream and shout,
It was Foxy with a woman a-knocking her about.
I hadn’t been there but a while when I heard a curse and swear,
It was Foxy with a woman, held fast by her hair.”

–Mr. Fox
March 19th, 2011

“CHRISTINA THE ASTONISHING       1150-1224
An orphan born at Brusthem in 1150, she is said to have returned from death to try to liberate some of the souls she had seen in Purgatory. She could no longer tolerate the smell of human beings, and earned her nickname by the ways she adopted to escape human contact: climbing trees, hiding in ovens and, on one occasion, flying like a bird into the rafters of a church.”

–John Coulson (ed.), The Saints: A Concise Biographical Dictionary