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A carpenter is hired- a roof repaired, a porch built. Everything that can be fixed. June, July, August. Everyday we hear their laughter. I think of the painting by van Gogh, the man in the chair. Everything wrong, and nowhere to go. His hands over his eyes.
Windows were broken. Where not broken they were boarded up, had been for years: the rust from nailheads had written long, sad farewells down the salt-silvered planks.
'Tin Cup' was great because I loved the comedy aspect of it, so that was good.
pane. "I can see what's left of our old place from
'Gods of Wheat Street' has been described as an Aboriginal 'Neighbours' or 'Home and Away.' But on set, we were calling it 'Black to the Rafters.'
American Sniper,
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,
Up with the sun. Gone with the wind.
When it don't rain, the roof don't leak; when it rains, I can't fix it nohow.
Nick Yablon ranges widely, from log cabins to skyscrapers and from Tocqueville to pulp fiction. He combines imaginative research with probing interpretation. Untimely Ruins offers fresh and challenging insights about the American built environment on nearly every page.
boathouse. "Good night, Harley." "Don't give
As the spring rains fall, soaking in them, on the roof, is a child's rag ball.
Oz- where all your worst nightmares come true
If the roof fails, we'll live under the stars.
You can't be like me But be happy that you can't I see pain but I don't feel it I am like the old Tin Man. - THE AVETT BROTHERS, TIN MAN
These dust storms ... Poor farmer spent a lifetime fixin' his farm and everything, goes out and looks down at it, and it's up above him.
Ballet for a rainy day Silent film of melting miracle play Dancing out there through my window To the backdrop of a slow descending grey
I was trying to decide if you'd be the type to roofie me.
Water overflowed from the broken guttering, cascading from the missing down pipe over the flaky clapboard siding. A faded tarpaulin nailed over a window appeared to breathe as the wind sucked it in and puffed it out again.
Birth of a Nation
When I had no roof I made Audacity my roof. ROBERT PINSKY, "Samurai Song" Never never never give up. WINSTON CHURCHILL
You don't ask questions of an attic
The Last Unicorn
no ordinary island, and
Suddenly,I could picture Tinker on the back of a horse somewhere: at the edge of the treeline under a towering sky ... at his college roommate's ranch, perhaps ... where rhey hunted deer with antique rifles and with dogs that were better bred than me.
I'm good at exploring roofs. You never know when that kind of thing comes in useful.
THE WONDERFUL WIZARD OF OZ 1.
I had discovered that the plainest house can crown a fantasy or daydream. An open window can be tolerated. So can an open door. But I discovered the value of four walls and a roof. Something about containment that at the same time offers escape.
The earth is all the home I have, the heavens my wide roof-tree
The house, it's already been a-settin' here for a hundred years. It'll be right here tomorrow. It's today I must be livin'.
Always keep a window in the attic open; not just cracked: open.
Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build too.
BECAUSE A BARN JUST FELL OUT OF THE SKY AND LANDED ON TOP OF ME!" the Tin Woodman yelled. "I DOUBT YOU'D BE TAKING IT ANY BETTER IF IT HAPPENED TO YOU!
The roof of the front porch of the house is covered, for some reason, with moss, and also, on one side, with wisteria, which gives the house a sort of raffish Veronica Lake look, a disheveled charm.
his way across the slanted roof over the
Neverwinter Wood.
Round and round we spin, with feet of lead and wings of tin.
If it's raining you can't fix the roof, if it's not raining it doesn't need to be fixed
My house contains every useless thing in the world. it lacks only the one essential, a piece of sky like this one ...
The scullery roof had sprung a leak: she put down a bowl to catch the drips, but the rainwater spread and darkened, to make treasure maps and Whistler nocturnes of the walls and ceiling.
Nd where a neighbour bakes hummingbird cakes in the hope of bringing back a lost love.
Chocolate Cherry Fixer-Uppers
Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.
Nothing is more charming than the glow of happiness amid squalor. There is a rose-tinted attic in all our lives.
I'm left staring up at the night sky the only roof left because to many memories are drowning me.
We made love outdoors
Without a roof, I like most,
Without stove, to make love, assuming the weather be fair and balmy, and the earth beneath be clean. Our souls intertwined and gushing of dew.
Homesickness for the gutter.
Our house is made of glass ... and our lives are made of glass; and there is nothing we can do to protect ourselves.
When the shingles hissed
in the rain incendiary,
other values were revealed to us
People in New York love having roof parties.
Reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole. When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor a house broke the broad
THE ADVENTURE OF THE EMPTY HOUSE
The wonderful life!
Look down your shirt and spell attic.
Shiny like new zinc holding up a roof or a fence right beside old zinc, the material itself a living history of when last the politician did the ghetto a favor.
the rain falls, catching the trailing edges of net curtains which flow out of open windows like fishing nets lowered over the backs of boats, nets hung neatly between the outside and the in, keeping floundering secrets firmly hidden...
Shouldering your loneliness like a gun that you will not learn to aim, you stumble into this movie house then you climb, you climb into the frame.
A face at the window, a tap on the pane, who is it that wants me tonight in the rain?
The roof might fall in; anything could happen.
He hears men's voices, shouts, so evil and grim he hears their names: Tin Tin, Fun Boy, T-Bird, Top Dollar and Tom Tom. The sounds sink into his heart like ice and brun in his head with a heat so intense it glows white.
What a house - nothin' but rooms!
I pictured a low timber house with a shingled roof, caulked against storms, with blazing log fires inside and the walls lined with all the best books, somewhere to live when the rest of the world blew up.
My house was once an acorn.
She had been with her share of schemers and men who were forever building castles in the sky. All of those dreams made out of clouds; when it rained - and it always did - they were left with nothing but the soggy shirts on their backs.
The sky's gray and there's mizzle. It's so soft on my skin
it's nothing like rain. It's even softer than the lightest drizzle! Lift my face up, so it can kiss my skin. The Panopticon
What tinfoil?" he asked.
Trunk steady knocking/ Floating through the sky, Mary Poppins.
A bad book with a good cover is nothing but a wooden house with a golden door.
Someone asked me, if I were stranded on a desert island what book would I bring ... 'How to Build a Boat.'
A gazebo on top of a welding rig" was how Yul might have described it, if only he had been here.
My aesthetic is that of the sniper on the roof.
That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.
Broadway - the great sluice that washes out the dust of the gold-mines of Gotham.
The Looming Tower.
Thunder and turf!
inside out, with all the Sturm und
We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell
Poor girl. She ran out from under a leaking roof and sat in the rain.
The rain and hail pattered against the glass; the chimneys quaked and rocked; the crazy casement rattled with the wind, as though an impatient hand inside were striving to burst it open. But no hand was there, and it opened no more.
the ideas of ravacious herds of feral domesticated housepets and oversized insects not only taking over the abandoned homes of relocated Americans but actually setting up house and keeping them in model repair and impressive equity,
Summer is full of smoke, and endless lawns. Quietly, whether across moss or on algae, knee over the railing of the little porch, fate comes.
My porch feels as safe as a chocolate doughnut on an ant hill.
I used to sit on the roof of the apartment where Jim Morrison used to write his early lyrics
I live in the angle of a leaden wall, into whose composition was poured a little alloy of bell-metal. Often, in the repose of my mid-day, there reaches my ears a confused tintinnabulum from without. It is the noise of my contemporaries.
Retractable roof, a pair of black, white and red
The peach siding created a gorgeous contrast to the stucco walls and the dark-brown roof tiles - a fairytale house in a fairytale suburban neighborhood. She rolled her eyes. Too bad life had been anything but.
Nick was sitting on the slant of the pebble-smooth gray roof tiles with clouds wrapped around his wrists like pale ropes.
My feet catch the roof like the arrester hook of a fighter jet coming into an aircraft carrier.
For you, a thousand times over - The Kite Runner
This Midwestern sky is the nakedest loneliest sky in America. To escape it, people live inside and underground.
ten years of whorehouse joy I'm alone now in the mountains the pines are like a jail the wind scratches my skin Ikky
I drove around in a Volkswagen Rabbit I shared with one of my roommates, and it didn't have a roof. It doesn't rain much in L.A., but when it did, it was utterly miserable.
Long moment there was only the sound of rain banking off the roof, like a thousand fingers tapping way off somewhere.
All through the hood, I'm grippin' wood and blowin' pine
I'd like to see you think the roof back on that barn," Call said.
open, hinges broken, wood shards raining all around
The slick bare tar, the same suburban station.
A rustic setting always suggests fantasy; to suggest science fiction, you need sheet metal and plastic. You need rivets.
My earth is somebody's ceiling
the cottage lights