— nightshift —
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night cap
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night light
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night of the living dead
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night court
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Night Rider
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Night Watch
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night life
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Saturday night
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night sweats
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night terrors
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night fever.
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nightcrawler
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insomnia
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Eine Kleine Nachtmusik
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Kristallnacht
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late, as in the late dentarthurdent.
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4AM Avenue B
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nighty night
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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 |
Sonnet 27 |
couldn't stand another hour of daylight
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I'd like to be here right now.
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Zen master L
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I'm planning on watching The Science of Sleep tonight, but I can barely keep my eyes open.
Ironic, no? |
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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) ![]() |
^I love Billy Collins. It was so nice to have a Poet Laureate named Billy.
Who remembers In the Night Kitchen? ![]() ![]() Cake: 42 cents. |
oh surely we must remember this first...
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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 |
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The candles are lit. the curtains are drawn. Theres still no sign of rain nor dawn. |
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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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