May 28, 2011

briefer than a girl's

Hellooooooo, 3 day weekend. (Maybe 4, if I'm lucky.)

Here's what I'll be doing: 

 And remembering...

To an Athlete Dying Young
by A. E. Housman (1859-1936)
The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

To-day, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields were glory does not stay
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears:

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl's.

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May 25, 2011

the weary head

I hear my perfectly rumpled bed calling my name. I'm trying to stay awake until bedtime, but I'm so sleepy, I could drift off in the middle of a blink. 

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O bed! O bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
~ Thomas Hood, 
Miss Kilmansegg - Her Dream
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May 24, 2011

constantly off balance

We think we know where we're going. We make our plans and set out, well-provisioned, course charted. And when we do end up where we set out to reach, we think we've done so because we planned it that way. Satisfying, that feeling. But what if it's not true?

What if all our plans amount to nothing, and we're really stumbling, lost, through the dark, and the maps we carry are only talismans against the darkness? 

I'm not saying that's true, just that it might be.

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 “Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.”       ~ Cesare Pavese

All I Want

by Joni Mitchell  

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Traveling, traveling, traveling
Looking for something, what can it be
Oh I hate you some, I hate you some, I love you some
Oh I love you when I forget about me

I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want to dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - Life is our cause
When I think of your kisses my mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see how you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue.

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free

© 1970; Joni Mitchell

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May 21, 2011

the true harvest

Ahhhhh, the rainbow, that natural phenomenon that happens when white light is refracted through water droplets...

The symbol of the Christians' God's covenant with the world, somewhere over which Dorothy is sure everything is perfect, and at the end of which is a pot of gold guarded by a leprechaun. 

The bridge between Heaven and Earth, over which beloved pets cross at the end of their lives, to wait for their humans on the other side.

The symbol of gay pride. (Wait, did I say gay? I meant Takei.)

When faced with a group of items of different colors, I will, whenever possible, arrange them in spectrum order - you know, good ol' ROY G BIV. As far back as I can remember it's always been inherently pleasing to see the colors in their natural order; it not only looks "right", it also feels right. Maybe that's because I'm Takei.


The true harvest of my daily life 
is somewhat as intangible and indescribable 
as the tints of morning or evening.  
It is a little star dust caught, 
a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched.  
~Henry David Thoreau

p.s. Fuck you, Tennessee homophobes. Hang in there, Tennessee Takeis and supporters.

p.p.s. If you're reading this on or after Sunday, May 22, 2011, welcome to Hell on Earth.  Sorry 'bout your luck, missing the Rapture and all, but hey, at least you'll be amongst friends here, with the rest of us unworthy sinners (and 100% of the Takeis). If you've been hiding in the closet, hoping no one would know your secret, you may as well come on out now. And if you're one of the foul-mouthed homophobes (hahhaaaaa, that didn't get you a ride on the Rapture train after all, did it?!) who don't know when to "turn your filter on" (Thanks for that, Jenn!), all I can say is this: I know who you are, and what you said, and to whom. Your real day of reckoning is fast approaching.

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May 19, 2011

how I want you green

We're emerging from the gray one color at a time. First, and fabulously, there is green. Green everywhere, glowing, growing, verdant. It's the only color there is right now, today.

What color is your world?

Green how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. 
~Federico García Lorca
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