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You don't like crumbs beneath the sheets.
I bought fig rolls.
I bought fig rolls.
some people have real problems
Feb. 2nd, 2009 02:49 pmI was complaining, you see, about how it never snows here. (Well, it doesn't. Places a mere quarter-mile from the sea do not get snow, unless the apocalpyse is coming or you're in Montauk.) It is snowing in London. It is snowing a little in Oxford and Liverpool. And then it started to snow here as though someone somewhere had turned a handle, all in loops and whorls, and I went out for a while. It didn't stick, but came down prettily against vistas of bare trees and slate grey.
( the rest is less interesting )
edited to add: fuck this shit, have a poem.
( life story )
( the rest is less interesting )
edited to add: fuck this shit, have a poem.
( life story )
Departure
Night, be long and linger
before my friends' departure:
gently spread your black
wing across the glow
of dawn--and turn, tears,
to rain to keep them from going.
Heart's grief, cloud
the sky with dark so they'll
not see the light of morning.
May my sighs then stir
the sun's flames to strike them--
until at last they fathom
that they can leave my tents
only once I've blessed them.
Yehuda Halevi
Night, be long and linger
before my friends' departure:
gently spread your black
wing across the glow
of dawn--and turn, tears,
to rain to keep them from going.
Heart's grief, cloud
the sky with dark so they'll
not see the light of morning.
May my sighs then stir
the sun's flames to strike them--
until at last they fathom
that they can leave my tents
only once I've blessed them.
Yehuda Halevi
Something about today - the humidity, a sort of soft closeness to the air - has meant I've been very aware of the scent of things: flowers, rain, and pizza. All different, all diffused. It's warm, and thick, and I am feeling distinctly lethargic, and urrrgh, work is not happening.
So, in lieu of content - seriously, my life is uninteresting right now; it mostly features work, more work, the occasional forage for food and/or books, and doing (all) the G2 crossword(s) with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
luminometrice - I am going to inflict my current playlist on you all instead.
Vienna Teng - Recessional
who are you, taking coffee no sugar? / who are you, echoing street signs?
I love this. I love it so much, I have listened to it a hundred times in ten days.
Vienna Teng - Love Turns 40
don't go, she says when he's sleeping / she says it to herself
The lyrics of this one, I think, make it for me. Actually, I don't think there's a single song by her without this lovely, sparse, astonishing lyricism.
Liz Phair - Divorce Song
and it's true I stole your lighter and it's also true I lost the map / but when you said I wasn't worth talking to I had to take your word on that
AngryLesbian Feminist MusicTM.
The Indelicates - Our Daughters Will Never Be Free
we said it's okay on the day we said nothing
Viajacinthsong, this is the version I described as "plinky-plonky-disturbing" and she described as a three-minute song about the failures of third wave feminism. Listen to it.
Indigo Girls - Starkville
I remember one occasion when you were drinking / you asked me to the coast
This is soft and a little strange, a little haunting. I (still) love the Indigo Girls, oh, yes. It dawned on me a few days ago, while I was trying to explain to someone why I love them so much, that it's partly the mood they evoke - so many of their songs are associated in my headwith specific times, specific people, times when I was stressed out and times I was stumbling towards change and times I was dizzily falling in love - and partly because they are that good, that subtle, and that occasionally downright strange. And I do love how they sing about, well, everything. Have a song about the importance of political history -
Indigo Girls - Become You
it took a long time to become the thing I am to you
- and one about reincarnation -
Indigo Girls - Galileo
at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation in my lifetime
and one about, and I swear I am not making this up, and possibly I wish I were, but. Have a song about putting down that degree in philosophy and stepping out into the real world.
Indigo Girls - Closer To Fine
the less I seek my soul for some definitives / the closer I am to fine
And, finally. Before I attempt to go to bed, while I can still pretend it's not tomorow yet, a poem. I got this frommusesfool for National Poetry Month, and I've been waiting for a slow lazy Sunday to repost it, because it's lovely and it stayed with me.
( when you have forgotten Sunday )
So, in lieu of content - seriously, my life is uninteresting right now; it mostly features work, more work, the occasional forage for food and/or books, and doing (all) the G2 crossword(s) with
luminometrice - I am going to inflict my current playlist on you all instead.Vienna Teng - Recessional
who are you, taking coffee no sugar? / who are you, echoing street signs?
I love this. I love it so much, I have listened to it a hundred times in ten days.
Vienna Teng - Love Turns 40
don't go, she says when he's sleeping / she says it to herself
The lyrics of this one, I think, make it for me. Actually, I don't think there's a single song by her without this lovely, sparse, astonishing lyricism.
Liz Phair - Divorce Song
and it's true I stole your lighter and it's also true I lost the map / but when you said I wasn't worth talking to I had to take your word on that
Angry
The Indelicates - Our Daughters Will Never Be Free
we said it's okay on the day we said nothing
Via
jacinthsong, this is the version I described as "plinky-plonky-disturbing" and she described as a three-minute song about the failures of third wave feminism. Listen to it.Indigo Girls - Starkville
I remember one occasion when you were drinking / you asked me to the coast
This is soft and a little strange, a little haunting. I (still) love the Indigo Girls, oh, yes. It dawned on me a few days ago, while I was trying to explain to someone why I love them so much, that it's partly the mood they evoke - so many of their songs are associated in my headwith specific times, specific people, times when I was stressed out and times I was stumbling towards change and times I was dizzily falling in love - and partly because they are that good, that subtle, and that occasionally downright strange. And I do love how they sing about, well, everything. Have a song about the importance of political history -
Indigo Girls - Become You
it took a long time to become the thing I am to you
- and one about reincarnation -
Indigo Girls - Galileo
at least I know there'll be no nuclear annihilation in my lifetime
and one about, and I swear I am not making this up, and possibly I wish I were, but. Have a song about putting down that degree in philosophy and stepping out into the real world.
Indigo Girls - Closer To Fine
the less I seek my soul for some definitives / the closer I am to fine
And, finally. Before I attempt to go to bed, while I can still pretend it's not tomorow yet, a poem. I got this from
musesfool for National Poetry Month, and I've been waiting for a slow lazy Sunday to repost it, because it's lovely and it stayed with me.( when you have forgotten Sunday )
From An Atlas of a Difficult World
Jan. 29th, 2008 10:47 pmI have spent the last three days, on and off, reading Rawls and Dworkin and other writers on liberal egalitarianism - and it's bleeding into my thought processes; today I asked myself, should I do the washing up? and answered, yes, today I want to be an altruistic welfare-maximiser - and today, mostly reading about the liberal feminist critiques of the orthodoxy. There are, of course, criticisms to be made of liberal feminism too - not ones which you can easily shoehorn into Finals essays, but that's a rant for another time - so I've been reading some published attacks on heteronormativity, most notably "Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence", which is an interesting essay worth reading, certainly, although again, I might have trouble using it in an exam essay.
But, that's not the point. I didn't make the connection the first time I read it that this is Adrienne Rich, whom I know not as a political theorist but as a poet. So rather than my boring you all to death with my political theory revision, I'd rather post this. It's my favourite poem by Adrienne Rich, it's pretty much my favourite poem, and I'm not someone who likes a lot of poetry:
From An Atlas of a Difficult World
( Read more... )
But, that's not the point. I didn't make the connection the first time I read it that this is Adrienne Rich, whom I know not as a political theorist but as a poet. So rather than my boring you all to death with my political theory revision, I'd rather post this. It's my favourite poem by Adrienne Rich, it's pretty much my favourite poem, and I'm not someone who likes a lot of poetry:
From An Atlas of a Difficult World
( Read more... )
