And she was drifting through the backyard And she was taking off her dress And she was moving very slowly Rising up above the earth The world was moving she was right there with it and she was The world was moving she was floating above it and she was And she was ~from And […]

Your lips are moving, I cannot hear Your voice is soothing, but the words aren’t clear You don’t sound different, I’ve learned the game I’m looking through you, you’re not the same From I’m Looking Through You by The Beatles   Curated by Elin Spring and Suzanne Révy

I’ve been holding out so long I’ve been sleeping all alone Lord I miss you I’ve been hanging on the phone I’ve been sleeping all alone I want to kiss you ~from “Miss You” by Mick Jagger and Keith Richards Curated by Elin Spring and Suzanne Révy

I built my house from barley rice Green pepper walls and water ice Tables of paper wood, windows of light And everything emptying into white ~Yusuf/Cat Stevens Curated by Elin Spring and Suzanne Révy

Time to plant tears, says the almanac. The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove and the child draws another inscrutable house. ~from the poem Sestina by Elizabeth Bishop Selection of images and poetry by Karen Haas, Lane Curator of Photographs at the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

20, 20, 20, 4, hours to go I wanna be sedated Nothing to do, nowhere to go, oh I wanna be sedated Just, get me to the airport, put me on a plane Hurry, hurry, hurry, before I go insane I can’t control my fingers, I can’t control my brain Oh no oh-oh oh-oh ~From […]

When you’ve seen beyond yourself Then you may find peace of mind is waiting there And the time will come when you see we’re all one And life flows on within you and without you Try to realize it’s all within yourself, no-one else can make you change And to see you’re really only...

And if I heard the angels sing I’d Sing it back to you and bring the Sound of heaven ringing just for you ~ From “If” on Stadium Arcadium by Red Hot Chili Peppers Curated by Elin Spring and Suzanne Révy.

The bleak fields are asleep, My heart alone wakes; The evening in the harbour Down his red sails takes. Night, guardian of dreams, Now wanders through the land; The moon, a lily white, Blossoms within her hand. ~Evening by Rainer Maria Rilke Curated by Elin Spring and Suzanne Révy

Teach your children well, Their father’s hell did slowly go by, And feed them on your dreams The one they picks, the one you’ll know by. Don’t you ever ask them why, if they told you, you will cry, So just look at them and sigh And know they love you. ~Crosby, Stills, & Nash […]