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zero 06-16-2007 09:02 PM

— nightshift —
 
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night owl

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Veruki 06-17-2007 12:07 AM

night cap

Jack Flanders 06-17-2007 12:19 AM

night light

Tunesmith 06-17-2007 12:20 AM




brightpearl 06-17-2007 12:20 AM

night of the living dead

Veruki 06-17-2007 12:22 AM

night court


:)

l'azizza 06-17-2007 12:22 AM

Night Rider

Tunesmith 06-17-2007 12:24 AM

Night Watch

Veruki 06-17-2007 12:39 AM

night life

Tunesmith 06-17-2007 12:40 AM



Starry Night

xfox 06-17-2007 12:48 AM

Saturday night

trisherina 06-17-2007 01:10 AM

night sweats

Veruki 06-17-2007 01:12 AM

night terrors

lukkucairi 06-17-2007 01:21 AM

night fever.


trisherina 06-17-2007 01:21 AM

nightcrawler

Tunesmith 06-17-2007 01:21 AM

insomnia

Veruki 06-17-2007 01:21 AM

Eine Kleine Nachtmusik

trisherina 06-17-2007 01:22 AM

Kristallnacht

Tunesmith 06-17-2007 01:28 AM


Chopin - Nocturne No. 2, Op. 9

lukkucairi 06-17-2007 02:03 AM

late, as in the late dentarthurdent.

Anna 06-17-2007 05:21 AM


T.I.P. 06-17-2007 09:22 AM

4AM Avenue B

Marcus Bales 06-17-2007 10:25 AM

nighty night

brightpearl 06-17-2007 01:55 PM

And, when he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no worship to the garish sun.

Romeo and Juliet

Tunesmith 06-17-2007 02:18 PM

Sonnet 27

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired;
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired:
For then my thoughts--from far where I abide--
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see:
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which, like a jewel hung in ghastly night,
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo! thus, by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for myself, no quiet find.

-William Shakespeare

brightpearl 06-17-2007 02:31 PM

couldn't stand another hour of daylight

T.I.P. 06-17-2007 03:35 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by zero (Post 349378)
nighshift when a night hawk feeling is upon you


brightpearl 06-17-2007 09:43 PM

I'd like to be here right now.

brightpearl 06-20-2007 12:15 AM

Zen master L

Tunesmith 06-20-2007 12:21 AM

I'm planning on watching The Science of Sleep tonight, but I can barely keep my eyes open.

Ironic, no?

Odbe 06-20-2007 04:24 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by lukkucairi (Post 349257)
late, as in the late dentarthurdent.

:D :D

zero 06-22-2007 08:10 PM

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Brynn 06-22-2007 10:08 PM

The Night House

Every day the body works in the fields of the world
Mending a stone wall
Or swinging a sickle through the tall grass-
The grass of civics, the grass of money-
And every night the body curls around itself
And listens for the soft bells of sleep.


But the heart is restless and rises
From the body in the middle of the night,
Leaves the trapezoidal bedroom
With its thick, pictureless walls
To sit by herself at the kitchen table
And heat some milk in a pan.

And the mind gets up too, puts on a robe
And goes downstairs, lights a cigarette,
And opens a book on engineering.
Even the conscience awakens
And roams from room to room in the dark,
Darting away from every mirror like a strange fish.


And the soul is up on the roof
In her nightdress, straddling the ridge,
Singing a song about the wildness of the sea
Until the first rip of pink appears in the sky.
Then, they all will return to the sleeping body
The way a flock of birds settles back into a tree,


Resuming their daily colloquy,
Talking to each other or themselves
Even through the heat of the long afternoons.
Which is why the body-the house of voices-
Sometimes puts down its metal tongs, its needle, or its pen
To stare into the distance,

To listen to all its names being called
Before bending again to its labor.

Billy Collins, Picnic, Lightning (1998)

brightpearl 06-22-2007 10:25 PM

^I love Billy Collins. It was so nice to have a Poet Laureate named Billy.

Who remembers In the Night Kitchen?


Cake: 42 cents.

Hyakujo's Fox 06-22-2007 10:33 PM

oh surely we must remember this first...


Hyakujo's Fox 06-22-2007 10:36 PM

I like the dark night well enough;
But sometimes, when it turns bleak
And peaked, as my suffering laughs at me,
Its dreadful kingdom horrifies me,
And I wish to God I could take one look at the sunlight
And the blue of heaven brought back to light by its clouds,
And I want to lie down warm in the wide spaces of the day
Then I can dream of night.

~ Hermann Hesse

Gatsby 06-22-2007 11:11 PM


auntie aubrey 06-23-2007 12:22 AM

The candles are lit. the curtains are drawn.
Theres still no sign of rain nor dawn.

Tunesmith 06-23-2007 01:39 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by brightpearl (Post 350189)
^I love Billy Collins. It was so nice to have a Poet Laureate named Billy.

Who remembers In the Night Kitchen?

I must've watched the film version of that so many times that the tape wore out...

zero 06-24-2007 03:02 AM

vw nightdriving ad which by happy coincidence brings together two of my favourite things in the whole wide world: soundtrack music by cliff martinez from steven soderbergh's solaris, and the voice of richard burton reciting an excerpt from the dylan thomas "play for voices", under milk wood.


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