Typewriter Series #411 by Tyler Knott Gregson
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to every single one of you amazing mothers. And to the one’s in my life, thank you, so very much, for showing me the nature of love. I learn more of it by watching you than I could ever express in my silly words.
Text for Tired Eyes:
This is an ode to all of those that have never asked for one.
A thank you in words to all of those that do not do
what they do so well for the thanking.
This is to the mothers.
This is to the ones who match our first scream
with their loudest scream; who harmonize in our shared pain
and joy and terrified wonder when life begins.
This is to the mothers.
To the ones who stay up late and wake up early and always know
the distance between their soft humming song and our tired ears.
To the lips that find their way to our foreheads and know,
somehow always know, if too much heat is living in our skin.
To the hands that spread the jam on the bread and the mesmerizing
patient removal of the crust we just cannot stomach.
This is to the mothers.
To the ones who shout the loudest and fight the hardest and sacrifice
the most to keep the smiles glued to our faces and the magic
spinning through our days. To the pride they have for us
that cannot fit inside after all they have endured.
To the leaking of it out their eyes and onto the backs of their
hands, to the trails of makeup left behind as they smile
through those tears and somehow always manage a laugh.
This is to the patience and perseverance and unyielding promise
that at any moment they would give up their lives to protect ours.
This is to the mothers.
To the single mom’s working four jobs to put the cheese in the mac
and the apple back into the juice so their children, like birds in
a nest, can find food in their mouths and pillows under their heads.
To the dreams put on hold and the complete and total rearrangement
of all priority. This is to the stay-at-home moms and those that
find the energy to go to work every day; to the widows and the
happily married.
To the young mothers and those that deal with the unexpected
announcement of a new arrival far later than they ever anticipated.
This is to the mothers.
This is to the sack lunches and sleepover parties, to the soccer games
and oranges slices at halftime. This is to the hot chocolate
after snowy walks and the arguing with the umpire
at the little league game. To the frosting ofbirthday cakes
and the candles that are always lit on time; to the Easter egg hunts,
the slip-n-slides and the iced tea on summer days.
This is to the ones that show us the way to finding our own way.
To the cutting of the cord, quite literally the first time
and even more painfully and metaphorically the second time around.
To the mothers who become grandmothers and great-grandmothers
and if time is gentle enough, live to see the children of their children
have children of their own. To the love.
My goodness to the love that never stops and comes from somewhere
only mothers have seen and know the secret location of.
To the love that grows stronger as their hands grow weaker
and the spread of jam becomes slower and the Easter eggs get easier
to find and sack lunches no longer need making.
This is to the way the tears look falling from the smile lines
around their eyes and the mascara that just might always be
smeared with the remains of their pride for all they have created.
This is to the mothers.
Atsuko Goto, All momentary worries and dreams, M10 / Watercolor, lapis-lazuli on cotton, 2012
Words to keep inside your pocket:
- Quiescent - a quiet, soft-spoken soul.
- Chimerical - merely imaginary; fanciful.
- Susurrus - a whispering or rustling sound.
- Raconteur - one who excels in story-telling.
- Clinquant - glittering; tinsel-like.
- Aubade - a song greeting the dawn.
- Ephemeral - lasting a very short time.
- Sempiternal - everlasting; eternal.
- Euphonious - pleasing; sweet in sound.
- Billet-doux - a love letter.
- Redamancy - act of loving in return.
I miss you, John.
27 years later, I still wish I could turn back the clock to the Summer of 1980.
I remember everything – sharing our morning coffee, walking in the park
together on a beautiful day, and seeing your hand stretched to mine -
holding it, reassuring me that I shouldn’t worry about anything because
our life was good.I had no idea that life was about to teach me the toughest lesson of all.
I learned the intense pain of losing a loved one suddenly, without
warning, and without having the time for a final hug and the chance to
say, “I love you,” for the last time. The pain and shock of that sudden
loss is with me every moment of every day.When I touched John’s side of our bed on the night of December 8th,
1980, I realized that it was still warm. That moment has haunted me for
the past 27 years – and will stay with me forever.Even harder for me is watching what was taken away from our beautiful boy,
Sean.He lives in silent anger over not having his Dad, whom he loved so much,
around to share his life with. I know we are not alone. Our pain is one
shared by many other families who are suffering as the victims of
senseless violence. This pain has to stop.Let’s not waste the lives of those we have lost. Let’s, together, make
the world a place of love and joy and not a place of fear and anger.
This day of John’s passing has become more and more important for so
many people around the world as the day to remember his message of Peace
and Love and to do what each of us can to work on healing this planet we
cherish.Let’s: Think Peace, Act Peace, and Spread Peace.
John worked for it all his life.
He said, “There’s no problems, only solutions.”Remember, we are all together.
We can do it, we must.
I love you!yoko
Yoko Ono Lennon
8 December 2007
This box set collection of my books with signed copies of Looking for Alaska and The Fault in Our Stars is coming BACK to Amazon in a limited quantity and is available for preorder now. For this, I am thankful.
SOME QUESTIONS AND THEIR ANSWERS:
Q. How is this possible?
A. I am signing a lot ofbooks to make it happen. Many people who wanted box sets didn’t get them because Amazon ran out so fast, and this made me sad, particularly since the holidays are coming up. So this is happening due to 1. much pleading on tumblr and 2. my
addiction tolove of signing things.Q. Why is it so expensive?
A. I have no control over whether, or when, Amazon discounts the stuff they sell. I am hopeful that they will discount it at some point in the future, but I can’t guarantee it, and they have not discounted it yet.
Q. Will it ship in time for the holidays?
A. Probably not by Hanukkah, but hopefully by Christmas. While I’m optimistic about delivery by Christmas, I definitely can’t guarantee it. It depends partly on how long it takes me to sign these books, which I am going to go back to signing as soon as I finish this tumblr post.
Q. Is there anywhere else I can find these box sets?
A. Yes, many bookstores have rare UNSIGNED box sets, and many Books-a-Million stores have box sets containing signed TFiOS (but not Alaska). You can also find signed copies of Looking for Alaska at many independent bookstores across the country.
Q. What if I don’t live in the US?
A. These signed box sets are only available through Amazon USA, so you’d have to pay the extra shipping, and they’re unlikely to arrive before Christmas. On the upside, you probably have free healthcare, so that’s something.
tl;dr: A limited supply of box sets are back. Preorder here.
WOAH I WAS NOT READY FOR THAT HOLY SHIT.
I read to all the comments first to build up suspense. Still didn’t prepare me.
OH MY GOD
IT’S SO AMAZING AND I WAS SO NOT PREPARED FOR THAT
I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT. MASH-UPS: YOU’RE DOING IT RIGHT!
Holy Shit where can I download that
this is too pERFECT OH MY GOD I NEED THIS PLEASE SOMEONE SEND ME THE DOWNLOAD LINK I NEEEEED IT
THIS IS THE MOST PERFECT THING I EVER HAD THE PLEASURE TO HEAR IN MY WHOLE LIFE
(Source: hootingblues)
