Wednesday, December 01, 2004

these things fall...silent they may be

to hope, to dream
to bring forth in coming light the
shining of sight

"...the weekend was a bust..."

great song from rod mckuen
weird beat poet turned lounge singer
or weird lounge singer turned beat poet
I can't remember, anyways, he made like one good record
and 5,000 bad ones
(perfect schneider hoax for you there, I have heard stuff from his one good record,
but have only heard a total of 3 other songs he has ever recorded...they were horrible
and I made the assumption that his entire catalog was crap)

who knows... I'm probably right

you all seriously need to check out fask's blog

keeps you going in the winter months
and while you are at it

check out j-lo's blog

I can't wait til blog's have replaced out physical bodies
and we transverse through each other's blog universes
for eternity

speaking of I have been getting really sick of being single
it just sucks, no other way to put it
It really starts to wear on your self-esteem after a while
I mean I haven't had a serious relationship in like 5 years!!!
so in this bitterness
I found this poem to be very apt

Edna St. Vincent Millay - Love Is Not All

Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
Love can not fill the thickened lung with breath,
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured bone;
Yet many a man is making friends with death
Even as I speak, for lack of love alone.
It well may be that in a difficult hour,
Pinned down by pain and moaning for release,
Or nagged by want past resolution's power,
I might be driven to sell your love for peace,
Or trade the memory of this night for food.
It well may be. I do not think I would.



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