Born Yesterday
for Sally Amis
Tightly-folded bud,
I have wished you something
None of the others would:
Not the usual stuff
About being beautiful,
Or running off a spring
Of innocence and love --
They will all wish you that,
And should it prove possible,
Well, you're a lucky girl
But if it shouldn't, then
May you be ordinary;
Have, like other women,
An average of talents:
Not ugly, not good-looking,
Nothing uncustomary
To pull you off your balance,
That, unworkable itself,
Stops all the rest from working.
In fact, may you be dull --
If that is what a skilled,
Vigilant, flexible,
Unemphasised, enthralled
Catching of happiness is called
- Philip Larkin
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Friday, December 17, 2010
Listen:
After The Storm.Mumford & Sons
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Listen:
To Be Young (Is To Be Sad, Is To Be High).Dave Rawlings Machine
Album: A Friend of A Friend (2009; Acony)
Album: A Friend of A Friend (2009; Acony)
Listen:
Jumpers.Sleater-Kinney
Album: The Woods (2005; Sub Pop)
My falling shape will draw a line between the blue of sea and sky
Listen:
What's Mine Is Yours.Sleater-Kinney
Album: The Woods (2005;Sub Pop)
Sit down, honey, let's kill some time.
Listen:
Dreams.Fleetwood Mac
Album: Rumours (1977; Warner Bros.)
Thunder only happens when it's raining; Players only love you when they're playing; They say women, they will come and they will go; When the rain washes you clean you'll know
Listen:
Winter Winds.Mumford & Sons
Album: Sign No More (2009;Island/Glassnote)
And my head told my heart, "Let love grow," but my heart told my head, "This time no, this time no"
Listen:
Your Rocky Spine.Great Lake Swimmers
Album: Ongiara (2007; Nettwerk)
They told me to be careful up there where the wind rages through your hair.
Read:
I'm starting to dream in color
swimming in Silvia red night gowns
and dancing into silhouettes of purple and crimson.
psychedelic actually,
if you take the time to think within that perspective.
it's like a toned-down rave set in slow motion by overdose.
and where are you?
are you passed out on the lawn in front of some closed down swapmeet?
did the flicker of insomnia turn you off like a light switch you hadn't paid the bill for?
who now, will answer your phone or pay homage to your quips
or late night phone calls to God?
I wish I could say that I relayed the message
but my nerves never were enough.
I wonder if the angels ever picked up on the twisted games you played on their names.
Many people never bothered to decipher it all.
But on occasion I did.
When the time was convenient,
when the moments were dull.
I delved into it.
I tried anyhow.
Forgive me for never letting you pass.
For standing arms and legs wide apart to halt the inevitable.
I wish for so many seconds
that I was there to do something,
to show something,
some inkling of understanding through sarcastic grimaces.
To you, who will read this and play dead for flair,
may you call upon me from the imaginary casket when you get this.
Fore I do see that you could never leave like that.
- Kathleen Quinn
swimming in Silvia red night gowns
and dancing into silhouettes of purple and crimson.
psychedelic actually,
if you take the time to think within that perspective.
it's like a toned-down rave set in slow motion by overdose.
and where are you?
are you passed out on the lawn in front of some closed down swapmeet?
did the flicker of insomnia turn you off like a light switch you hadn't paid the bill for?
who now, will answer your phone or pay homage to your quips
or late night phone calls to God?
I wish I could say that I relayed the message
but my nerves never were enough.
I wonder if the angels ever picked up on the twisted games you played on their names.
Many people never bothered to decipher it all.
But on occasion I did.
When the time was convenient,
when the moments were dull.
I delved into it.
I tried anyhow.
Forgive me for never letting you pass.
For standing arms and legs wide apart to halt the inevitable.
I wish for so many seconds
that I was there to do something,
to show something,
some inkling of understanding through sarcastic grimaces.
To you, who will read this and play dead for flair,
may you call upon me from the imaginary casket when you get this.
Fore I do see that you could never leave like that.
- Kathleen Quinn
Listen:
Breathing Rapture.LeLoup
Album: The Throne of the Third Heaven of the Nations' Millennium General Assembly (2007; Hardly Art)
Oh, love is shaped like cities burning sifting through the ashes after. We will find your life in laughter, Oh, the black and breathing rapture.
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