We’re looking for some help for Hunter.
Are you a night owl? Would you be interested?
It took me only a moment to answer
yes to everything.
Nothing that Hunter did could bother me.
The only thing that got to me
was the cigarette smoke.
There was so much of it.
You could trek and ski by day
and do shitloads of coke at night.
There were dealers and busts –
and mountains’ worth of cocaine
flown in on Cessnas.
You’d suddenly see
famous people everywhere.
I decided early on never to get wasted.
I’d seen the scorn he reserved for those
who turned up to pay homage to him,
got completely stoned and started acting
stupid. They were never welcomed back.
It never occurred to me
it would happen on my watch.
My legs buckled and I fell to my knees.
It’s not that I didn’t see it coming,
because he spoke about it a lot.
He was not having fun.
He had this Hemingway crush.
Let’s just dust off
those old negatives from Aspen.
(From He was a handful)
indian medicines were made
from roots and herbs
which the creeks called angelica
was used for a purgative
and likewise button snakeroot
used for the same purpose
dogwood root and butterfly root
including goldenrod were used
as you would use quinine to break a
and a root they called doctor
dick root was used as a medicine
in eighteen eighty one
there was a smallpox epidemic
at okmulgee indian territory
and it came near wiping out the
entire population of this village
i have seen grass so tall here
that you could ride through it
on a horse and it would be
over your head in places
when they made hay on some farms
they would cut until the frost hit
this was certainly fine land
for cattle ranches
we raised a little corn and cotton
we had horses that
did not know what corn was
in fact they would not eat it
we pastured some cattle
for years and at one time my husband
helped handle seven thousand head
for mister brown
in nineteen o seven
oil was discovered near morris
the first well was drilled
north of here
(From interviews with Muscogee (Creek) Indians, 1937-38. Source: Indian-Pioneer Papers, University of Oklahoma. Submitted by James Treat)
It went up one day. Gunpowder, TNT,
a shoe-lace, a ring, a spark.
Condemned the cornfields round about,
still bringing bodies out after a fortnight.
You don’t mind when you’re young –
you sing away as if nothing had happened.
(From Audio Memories of a WW1 Munitions Factory Explosion. Submitted by H L Foster)
I just wondered
what your middle name
My middle name?
I haven’t got one,
I’ve got a confirmation name
that’s not really an official name
same as mine.
(Kate Bush’s interview on a BBC Radio 1 phone in, 1979. Submitted by Luke Bailey)
It was winter,
and I went outside.
I said, ‘World,
I’ll always exist.
But you only exist because I see you.
If you don’t give me anything,
I won’t give you anything.’
(Friedrich Liechtenstein in Once an Ornamental Hermit, Now a German Media Darling. Submitted by Daniel Galef)
There’s a thing about being alone
there’s a thing about being lonely
they’re two different things.
I was alone
I was not lonely.
I was very used to being by myself.
I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Far from feeling lonely
I feel very much a part of what is taking place
(I don’t mean to deny
a feeling of solitude.)
It is there,
reinforced by the fact … I am alone now
and absolutely isolated
from any (known) life.
If a count were taken,
the score would be:
three billion (plus two)
over on the other side
God knows what else…)
on this side.
That was the best part of the flight.
(From Al Worden: ‘The loneliest human being’ and Carrying the Fire by Michael Collins. Submitted by Daniel Galef)
I love the way they lean against you
with total love and adoration.
And I love those daft dogs
that kind of bounce with floppy ears.
And little dogs that sit in your arms
and tremble a lot.
I love love love those.
But then again – tigers.
Taken from Seven Silly Questions … for Barb Jungr, 11th May 2011. Submitted by Andrew Bailey
Last month, I was invigorated
by an 11 a.m. restorative Vieux Carre
at the Courosel Bar
in New Orleans.
Fill a shaker with ice and add
a dash each of Benedictine,
Peychaud’s and Angostura bitters
and a shot each of rye whiskey,
cognac and Punt e Mes. Shake,
then strain into a glass
filled with fresh ice and garnish
with an Amarena cherry —
then let the late-morning voodoo
do its work.
Taken from an interview with Mario Batali in The New York Times Magazine, December 1, 2013. Submitted by J. R. Solonche.
an execution date,
it can damn well wait
his bedtime story.
If there is
an execution date,
Taken from an interview with Clive Stafford Smith, ‘My Family Values,’ Guardian Weekend, 16 November 2013. Submitted by Ailsa Holland.
I enjoy my life
I enjoy my children now
particularly they’re grown up and
I love being with them all
perhaps not at the same time
I’m fairly hopeless grandmother
I like them when they grow up
You don’t leave small children with me!
I’d always got, as my oldest son said, ‘staff’
someone who looked after their nonsenses
I don’t like this repetitive
‘Please do this’
‘Please don’t be rude’
I can’t be dealing with all that!
Actually I tell them
I like the dog best
Transcribed from an interview with Jane Somerville, cardiologist, on Desert Island Discs, Friday 12th July 2013. Submitted by Grace Andreacchi.