Oh, what a difference a space can make.
Anywho.
I fell in love with a library yesterday.
It's beautiful. There's a comic book store attached to it.
And an art gallery. and various other really cool things.
We're going to be very happy together someday.
See that little amphitheater in the front of the building? It makes me smile 'cause some of my friends and I did some wonderfully random improvisation there in the middle of the day. Picture a handful of homeschoolers pretending to be a crazy tribe hunting a lion. And then proceeding to prepare the lion for eating with 'rituals'.
Yeah, I know you're jealous of my life. ;)
I also fell hopelessly and desperately in love with this poem.
"Litany" - Billy Collins
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
Some choose to take this poem in a pantheistic way, but I don't think that's how it's supposed to be. Honestly, I don't really have a way to describe the way you should take it. All I really know is that I like the way the words sound when I say them out loud. But not in an 'infatuated with the sound of my own voice' way. More of a 'there's something intrinsically and acutely lovely and beautiful about the words' way.
Strawberry tops remind me of sea creatures. I don't really know why.
"Light a Roman Candle with Me" - Fun.
spotify:
Fun. – Light A Roman Candle With Me
other spotify:
Fun. – Light A Roman Candle With Me
grooveshark:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Light+A+Roman+Candle+With+Me/2C1lK8?src=5
Well. The music/vocals are undeniably perfect, in my opinion.
I don't really feel like making an extensive commentary on them, so if you really want to dissect this piece by piece, you can. :)
"Just spend an evening with me
Just a lazy evening, then you could be leaving
or we could stay and talk until three.
I will think it's magic and I'll hope you'll agree, so...
Light a roman candle with me."
Yeah.
Don't ask me about the 'perfect apple' bit in the lyrics. I don't know what it means, but it sounds good with everything else, and that's what counts for me.
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| Outstanding in his field. (read with pretentious businessman voice, possibly British) |
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| Out standing in his field. (read with country accent, possibly Arkansan.) (No, I'm not making fun of farmers or southern accents.) (I'm making a point) \ |
I fell in love with a library yesterday.
It's beautiful. There's a comic book store attached to it.
And an art gallery. and various other really cool things.
We're going to be very happy together someday.
See that little amphitheater in the front of the building? It makes me smile 'cause some of my friends and I did some wonderfully random improvisation there in the middle of the day. Picture a handful of homeschoolers pretending to be a crazy tribe hunting a lion. And then proceeding to prepare the lion for eating with 'rituals'.
Yeah, I know you're jealous of my life. ;)
I also fell hopelessly and desperately in love with this poem.
"Litany" - Billy Collins
You are the bread and the knife,
the crystal goblet and the wine.
You are the dew on the morning grass
and the burning wheel of the sun.
You are the white apron of the baker,
and the marsh birds suddenly in flight.
However, you are not the wind in the orchard,
the plums on the counter,
or the house of cards.
And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.
There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air.
It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge,
maybe even the pigeon on the general's head,
but you are not even close
to being the field of cornflowers at dusk.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither the boots in the corner
nor the boat asleep in its boathouse.
It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of rain on the roof.
I also happen to be the shooting star,
the evening paper blowing down an alley
and the basket of chestnuts on the kitchen table.
I am also the moon in the trees
and the blind woman's tea cup.
But don't worry, I'm not the bread and the knife.
You are still the bread and the knife.
You will always be the bread and the knife,
not to mention the crystal goblet and--somehow--the wine.
Some choose to take this poem in a pantheistic way, but I don't think that's how it's supposed to be. Honestly, I don't really have a way to describe the way you should take it. All I really know is that I like the way the words sound when I say them out loud. But not in an 'infatuated with the sound of my own voice' way. More of a 'there's something intrinsically and acutely lovely and beautiful about the words' way.
Strawberry tops remind me of sea creatures. I don't really know why.
"Light a Roman Candle with Me" - Fun.
spotify:
Fun. – Light A Roman Candle With Me
other spotify:
Fun. – Light A Roman Candle With Me
grooveshark:
http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/Light+A+Roman+Candle+With+Me/2C1lK8?src=5
Well. The music/vocals are undeniably perfect, in my opinion.
I don't really feel like making an extensive commentary on them, so if you really want to dissect this piece by piece, you can. :)
"Just spend an evening with me
Just a lazy evening, then you could be leaving
or we could stay and talk until three.
I will think it's magic and I'll hope you'll agree, so...
Light a roman candle with me."
Yeah.
Don't ask me about the 'perfect apple' bit in the lyrics. I don't know what it means, but it sounds good with everything else, and that's what counts for me.
