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Love the Library set up. Spent the day watching and reading. I fell in love again with my five guys of Radiohead. Thank you guys so much for this gift! Can't wait to wake up every day and watch/read something new. I only came along in 2008. I remember however screaming at my son to turn it down!! The song he was listening to: Creep. Imagine that! Peace and Blessings to all who developed the Library, and I can't wait to get my card all set up. <3
What I am about to say never happened, what I mean to say is that it
happened many years ago. I’d rented a tuxedo and, in my boxer shorts
& white-pressed shirt, was thinking seriously of putting it on where I
stood beneath the moon’s gaunt winter gape. As if by putting the tuxedo
on I might feel, yes, feel a flood of insurgency. Like that from a dull
lightning bolt or the dolt provided from an elephant gun’s recoil. But it
was getting late, or as monks might say early, and I doubted my given
knack to reach the Dogwood branch where the rented suit hung like the
lost albatross of my soul, high above a ladder’s reach, swaying ever so
gently. The moon was scantly visible, the faint sliver of a nickel entering
its cosmic slot. ‘Surely, it’s nothing a cow would jump over,’ I heard
myself mumble to the grapevine before taking a heavy pull from the boot-
legger’s cigar that, for reasons which still baffle me, I had been carrying
for some months. Moments passed while I allowed myself to choke on what
was a questionable aroma. Soon a cardinal began to sing of the Mona Lisa
while the wind whispered of the frailty of my life—the mind’s poor empty
pushcart, its sterile efforts to make light if not sense of the paper airplanes
which had crumpled to little balls, the whole kingdoms that had been crush-
ed by the ocean’s ugly command. ‘Was there no permanence,’ I recall saying
as, crying like a child lost in his sandbox, the high-rise of waves began to crash.
(CopyRight 2020; eh)
ANOTHER STREET AT THE END OF THE WORLD, for Mark Strand
Who knows how the gods spend their nights.
Do they hang their sweet little heads
In the lullaby of the gallows, just to live a little?
Or with pistols and grenades drawn to hand
Play a game of German spotlight to pass the time?
Is it true, as my kindergarten teacher twice said,
That they live on ‘a peachy isle of black rainbows,’
At the end of which there’s no itchy pot of gold,
But one grey puddle in which all our dreams
And troubles mix? And what about their clothes?
Do they ever go out of style, or is it purely as it was
In those first few chapters of Genesis, without a stitch?
‘If only (again) I could see right through it, to the beyond! –’
Once my Grandfather said before bending my ear
To simply whisper how even the gods spend their nights
Whistling up and down departed streets to keep the silence
Awake—some of them dressed in long evening gowns that,
Grown so thin and tired, reveal old-sailor tattoos, and so confess
Of certain names and dates as if, in this other life, they are
Merely the spent mercenaries of what is something else altogether.
Oh man, bad start to my day, today. I had no idea that Neil Peart had been diagnosed with a brain tumour over three years ago. One of my favourite drummers, an absolute legend. I saw them on their "Permanent Waves" tour way, way back in Brighton and London.
This video captures perfectly Rush's amazing music and sense of fun! Enjoy!
You!—with your stifled fragrance of burnt toast
And pilfered ashes from Nero’s furnace, come join
Our severed table of the disrobed and possessed.
For this evening we feast straight from the breast
Of Medusa’s best spawn. We caught the foal
In our stable, licking up a last puddle
Of some vanilla pudding. His buttered
Heart we’ll taste for dessert if you have the
Stomach for that. O!—how these devils
With their nasty splendors and hooks try to
Seize me. They make me put on the grumpy
Skin of the town friar and, limping door
To door, wear it for a mask, which, most times
Leaves me in stitches. O!—why such a face?
[All Rights, Eric Helms)
Wishing Michael a wonderful day on this, his 60th birthday. Here is the link to his new single, "Drive to the Ocean"
