Misty Rugg

“YESTERDAY'S BULLSHIT DIES TODAY Watching a breeze move through some grass I imagined it was just the grass shaking off yesterday's bullshit to prepare for today. To prepare for more bullshit.”
― Sam Pink, 99 Poems to Cure Whatever's Wrong with You or Create The Problems You Need

“It can never have understood why it was forced to live in such misery: bewildered by noise (as I imagine), distressed by smoke, barking dogs, cooking smells, teased by drunkards and children, tethered to fly on the shortest of chains. Yet even a child can see its dignity: thimble of bravery, all fluff and brittle bone. Not timid, not even hopeless, but steady and holding its place. Refusing to pull back from the world.”
― Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch

“There’s more beauty in the truth even if it is dreadful beauty. The storytellers at the city gate twist life so that it looks sweet to the lazy and the stupid and the weak, and this only strengthens their infirmities and teaches nothing, cures nothing, nor does it let the heart soar,”
― John Steinbeck, East of Eden

“Music is how we survive such times,”
― Mark T. Sullivan, Beneath a Scarlet Sky