Monday, October 4, 2010

little inspirations.

mumford&sons. this. (listen to this. now.)

a poem on the bus:
Separation by W.S. Merwin
Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.


  1. In regards to the poem: I know. Oh, how I know! And you know. More and differently than I know. Thank you for sharing.

    This is an oddly cryptic first comment for me. But it will have to do. I have been writing an 8-page research paper on Emily Dickinson as of late, so I am in a very cryptic mood.

    You are wonderful, dear Erin!

    (sidenote: do not bother with the blog attached to my username; I only posted twice back in the 2008 when Josh peer pressured me into it, and sometimes when I'm really bored or avoiding sleep, I update my profile)

  2. I enjoy your crypticism. I am aware of the nonexistent nature of that word.

    I enjoy you. I enjoy the name of Funk gracing the walls of my world.