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It’s a gorgeous spring afternoon … and what am I doing? I’m sitting on my couch composing this stupid blog entry about my complete and utter lack of motivation to get outside and do anything. I think part of my malaise today comes from reading Mama Grrrlie’s most recent blog entry on turning 39. MG [...] THE SECOND COMING Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of [...] FLOGGING MOLLY – DRUNKEN LULLABIES Must it take a life for hateful eyes To glisten once again Five hundred years like Gelignite Have blown us all to hell What Savior rests while on his cross we die Forgotten freedom burns Has the Shepherd led his lambs astray to the bigot and the gun [...] THE WEAKERTHANS – OUR RETIRED EXPLORER (DINES WITH MICHEL FOUCAULT) Just one more drink and then I Should be on my way home I’m not entirely sure What you’re talking about I’ve had a really nice time But my dogs need to be fed I must say that in the right light You look [...] Thursday’s early morning storm provides the inspiration for this week’s edition of Poetry Friday. Spring Snow A spring snow coincides with plum blossoms. In a month, you will forget, then remember when nine ravens perched in the elm sway in wind. I will remember when I brake to a stop, and a hubcap rolls [...] Neil Finn – Don’t Dream It’s Over There is freedom within, there is freedom without Try to catch the deluge in a paper cup There’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost But you’ll never see the end of the road While you’re traveling with me Hey now, hey now Don’t dream it’s over [...] THE CHANGING LIGHT The changing light at San Francisco is none of your East Coast light none of your pearly light of Paris The light of San Francisco is a sea light an island light And the light of fog blanketing the hills drifting in at night through the Golden Gate [...] SILENCE There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently, But clouds and [...] |
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