A gift to myself
Mood:  not sure
Now Playing: The Finish Line - Snow Patrol
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain

On our ‘shopping spree’ the other day, I bought myself this fizzling gardenia-scented bath bomb that was a bit on the pricey side.  Now I know why it was that expensive…it’s not because the fizzy effect lasted, because it didn’t.  The scent was of course, lovely and longer-lasting than the fizz at least, but once it had dissolved, I found this Pink Quartz Heart Pendant in the bottom of my bath.  I’m wearing it now with a black turtleneck top, very pretty effect.

Rose quartz is pink quartz that is often called the "Love Stone." It is a stone of unconditional love that opens the heart chakra to all forms of love: self-love, family love, platonic love, and romantic love. The high energy of quartz gives rose quartz the property of enhancing love in virtually any situation. In turn, this lowers stress. All in all it is a very soothing and happy stone.

Emotionally rose quartz brings gentleness, forgiveness, compassion, kindness and tolerance. It raises one's self-esteem and sense of self-worth. It helps balance emotions and heal emotional wounds and traumas, even grief, bringing peace and calm. Rose quartz removes fears, resentments and anger. It can also heal and release childhood traumas, neglect, and lack of love, in part by enhancing inner awareness. It can help with reconciliation with family and others. Overwhelming or unreasonable guilt is eased by rose quartz.

In the psychic and spiritual realms, rose quartz is often used to attract love, and for love spells. It is also used to ease the process of transition in dying. Rose quartz can be helpful for dream recall and dream work.

Physically rose quartz is used in crystal healing to benefit the heart, the circulatory system, fertility, headaches, kidney disease, migraines, sexual dysfunction, sinus problems, throat problems, depression, addictions, ear aches, slowing signs of aging, reducing wrinkles, spleen problems, fibromyalgia, and reaching one's ideal weight / weight loss. Rose quartz is also helpful and protective during pregnancy and with childbirth. It is also sometimes said that rose quartz is helpful for supporting brain functions and increasing intellect.

Rose quartz is associated with the heart chakra.

So there, I gave myself a bigger gift than I had originally thought I did ;)

Plus I love running the smooth pink heart against my lips, and feel its coolness against my cheek, I shall draw energy from it :)

I also finally popped into this little shop that sells art supplies, and grabbed myself a Strathmore 140lb cold press watercolour pad, and a set of conté crayons I’d had my eye on for a long time.   I’m sort of hoping I’ll find the time to do some artwork during my convalescence.

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I go for my pre-op appointment at the Hospital this Friday.  I’m wondering when I’m going to start feeling nervous?  I haven’t let it sink in yet, because I’m still on countdown-mode, checking things off my to-do list before I get laid up for a bit.  

And today, my tasks would be that much easier if I didn’t still have this terribly stiff neck and shoulder, but I‘ll just keep applying heat between chores and I should remain functional ;)

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EMPTY MIRROR

As long as we are lost
in the world of purpose
we are not free.  I sit
in my ten foot square hut.
The birds sing.  The bees hum.
The leaves sway.  The water
murmurs over the rocks.
The canyon shuts me in.
If I moved, Basho’s frog
would splash in the pool.
All summer long the gold
laurel leaves fell through space.
Today I was aware
of a maple leaf floating
on the pool.  In the night
I stare into the fire.
Once I saw fire cities,
towns, palaces, wars,
heroic adventures,
in the campfires of youth.
Now I see only fire.
My breath moves quietly.
The stars move overhead.
In the clear darkness
Only a small red glow
is left in the ashes.
On the table lies a cast
snake skin and an uncut stone.

~Kenneth Rexroth

Alexander The Great Slam Bam Jam Crisis averted M?am
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
I’m all by my lonesome tonight, the boy was at a Hockey tournament with a friend, and I got to watch a bit of TV. I just finished watching the 3-hr long Alexander The Great, with Colin Farrell, Val Kilmer, Angelina Jolie, and Anthony Hopkins. And, well...men in battle armor + weapons + skirts= Hubba Hubba Hella Sexy *pant pant*

Need I say more? :D

Then I watched the tail end of a Poetry Slam contest in Vancouver, on Book Television (I love that channel so much, I want to marry it!!) There was an entry from a young Quebec lady that was totally bitchin! I wish I had caught her name (hmm...perhaps I shall go hunting to find it)
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So Thursday, I get the boy up and ready for school, get myself all geared up for work (geared up = shower, fluff + coffee) but before I head out the door, I notice that my oil furnace is not working properly. The car is started, the bus is coming down the road, the clock is ticking, and I need to find a solution…fast!

I ended up racing through the house turning off the furnace, pulling furniture away from the electric baseboard heaters that we haven’t used in about 5+ years, finding a repair guy’s number, and making sure the perimeter is secured before I walk out the door.

GAH!!

Did I mention it was colder than a witch’s tit out there that morning? Yeah. But hey, crisis averted…I’m a mom, remember? I’ve earned my badge! :D
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Work has had its rough spots these past few days, but I’m getting there. The boss and her ‘next in command’ were both away today, and I had a ball with the rest of the girls. Specially my ol gal pal, she’s a hoot!

But am I glad it’s Friday? You betcha!

Here’s one for the road……



FIRST MOVEMENT

Hour by hour, the day does not pass’
it passes sadness by sadness:
it does not wrinkle,
it doesn’t run out:
sea, the sea says,
without rest,
earth, the earth says:
man waits.
And only
his bell
rings above the others
keeping in its emptiness
the implacable silence
that will be parceled out when
its metallic tongue rises, wave after wave.

Once I had so much,
walking on my knees through the world:
here, naked,
I have nothing more than the stark moon
of the sea, and one bell.

They give me their voice to feel the pain
and their warning to stop me.

This happens to everybody:
space goes on.

The sea lives.

The bells exist.

~Pablo Neruda

Lapis Amethyst...(sorry, *girlie moment*)
Now Playing: See You Soon (Acoustic) - Coldplay
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
in case you wanted to know ;)

That's the color I'm painting my nails at the moment. It's a pretty prismatic purple'ish/blue.

Why am I painting my nails, when I've got a gazillion things I could be/should be doing before I start work on Monday?

*shrug* haven't got a clue.

Perhaps because I'll soon be back to the salt mines, and wanted to enjoy a bit of solo time, while I still can??

Anyhoo, */girlie moment*

I really, really, really, WANT this book!

I started thumbing through it at my sister's on Sunday. My brother-in-law got it for Christmas. I had a difficult time putting it down! I've always been a big DK books, fan though.

This book is just awesome, I totally lost myself in it, after just a few pages...

Weather finally dipped down to -20 last night, but is back on an upwards climb today. I hate this roller-coaster winter.

Alrighty, enough procrastinating...time to go do something productive.

Ciao~

Acoustically Speaking
Now Playing: Coldplay - Your Love Means Everything
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
Mmm, I love acoustic tracks.

They just sound more...intimate, don't you find?

I'm stuck on Coldplay tracks today. Another mood thing I suppose. *shrug*
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Hah! Doc's office called to book my surgery date today. I told her that after waiting for this and basically putting my life on hold for 5 months, they would now have to be put on hold, so I can kick start my new job/career.

She was understanding though, and said I could just call her when I was ready.
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I'm freezing here, been sneezing my brains out too, I guess it's my turn. Our weather took a dip last night, and is supposed to be cold again tonight and tomorrow, but they're predicting an upward swing again for the weekend. And that my friend, is why everybody is sick.

I think we need to call a board of directors meeting to address these downside up, bass ackwards weather patterns, and DEMAND some COLD WEATHER!

I'm talking about Jack's icy patterns on your windows kinda cold. Where your nostrils stick together the minute you try to inhale out there, and the sharp intake makes you choke, and when icicles form on your eyebrows sorta deal...Enough of this sissy winter, I say! ;)
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A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting in a waiting room reading, and came across one of Irving Layton's poems about Pablo Neruda.

There as I sat, two of my favorite poets pitted against each other, (in somewhat of a respectful, but cleverl literal way) and grinning from ear to ear. People gave me a few odd looks, but I don't give a hoot about stuff like that.

It was just...perfect, you know?

I guess what I'm saying is; that I love when two seperate entities come together on a common ground. You can always find that common ground if you dig deep enough, no matter how totally opposing these entities may be.

(And I love the word ENTITIES) sorry, geek moment...it's passed now. ;)

I'm babbling...but before I retire to the kitchen to bake/cook up a storm (that oughta warm me up)I shall leave you with the poem in question.

WHERE WAS YOUR SHIT-DECTECTOR, PABLO? (catchy title, no? hehe)

Pablo Neruda, let me make peace with you.
I have scorned you long enough.
All morning I've read your "Song of Protest"
and been moved to tears and outrage.
Great stuff! Great rhetoric
about South American dictators
and Yankee imperialism though
quaint in places like Shelley's rant
about kings and tyrants
and lacking the complexity of truth.
Still, your loud booming voice
is organ music in my ears
and tolls the death-knell
for navel-gazing poetlings
and broken-in-literati
lining up for their uniforms
or jiggling their feminine haunches
for prizes and grants.
Deafen them, Pablo, deafen them!
Make their eardrums bleed
and like a great wind
let your voice tear
the delicate sheets from their hands
and if ghosts have need of bumpaper
give one to that sad singer, Vallejo,
and to the passionate flame that ws Machado.

Pablo, I can't help liking someone
who gets excited about injustice and ass,
who makes clever feints against Death
and asks everyone to admire
his deft trickery and showmanship.

You're a poet with panache
and the ladies must have adored you.
But where was your shit-detector
when it came to Stalin
and his evil-smelling crew?
His bloodied hands stank to heaven
yet you took the stink into your lungs
and didn't cough once. Or retch.
Why? Did the Georgian smile
on that human shitpile
fool you? Or his moustache
a wiser poet than you
likened to a cockroach?
By all means one should fight for the poor:
let them have justice and bread
but one should fight without illusions,
without laughing gas in one's cavities.
Do you really suppose the prole
any less envious or vain or cruel
than the capitalist who exploits him?
Or the crushed peasant
any less unjust and vindictive
than the landowner who arrogantly
gallops his steed over him?

I hate all Caudillos
to the right of me and to the left
and I would despatch Castro
with the same equanimity
I'd end the misrule of Pinochet;
I'd send them both, Pablo,
to the same hot crater in Hell.
Since I knew shameful poverty
and exploitation, unlike you
who only read about them in books,
I expect no mortal
to remain decent and sensible
with absolute power in his hands
and know only too well the appetites
that move the rabble in the metropoles,
my awareness of the condition humaine
and what humans can do to other humans
taking sleep from my eyees
though every sleepless night
I tell myself the other galaxies
are bursting at the seams with utopias
where fellowship and love
are as plentiful as ass in a bordello
and only your poems and mine, Pablo,
are on the sweet lips of everyone.
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Don't you love it when a poet can make NOISE like that?!!

I was on the edge of my freaking seat when I read this, and gobbled it up greedily!

Fire!

Everyone needs to feel it at some point in their lives, I believe; it's what makes life worthwhile.

*sigh* well at least *I* thought this poem ROCKED!

Give someone something to believe in, and a great deal can be achieved.

It's just sad that at some point (at much earlier life-stages than before it seems) people just stop believing. Firstly; in themselves, then eventually, in pretty much everything else.

On a sleepless nights a few weeks ago,I was fortunate enough to catch a documentary profile titled...A Red Carpet for the Sun: The Life and Times of Irving Layton on Book Television (one of my favorite channels to watch)

They dance best who dance with desire
Who lifting feet of fire from fire
Weave before they lie down
A red carpet for the sun - Irving Layton

Even as a tottering old man, during his last days at a retirement home, the old fella still had such a strong spirit.

That'd be the one thing I'd wish for in my later years as well, I think, to have my spirit still.

Pouring Rain, Power Outages & The Mysteriously Glowing, Green Yuletide Orb.
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
It’s the strangest thing...

New Year’s Eve; it’s pouring rain, people are shooting off their riffles at 9 p.m.? (yes that is still legal here, though I seriously think they should reconsider) and this solar-powered ornament that I bought back in June, that worked for about a month, then died; suddenly decided to glow.

Despite the fact that it no longer glowed, I thought it looked kind of nifty still. It’s a black wrought-iron star with a green-glowing orb at its center. It swings and bounces from a bungee cord when the wind blows, and is adorned with a few sea-glass colored prisms. I never threw it out because I liked its look even without its solar powered magic.

Shortly after the new year clocked in, the orb suddenly started to glow. But one night later, back to its un-glowing state it went.

Hmmm....*scratching my head*

I was happily being creative in my ‘studio’ heh, I love calling that! (though it’s ‘not quite there’ yet) while time ticked away unnoticed (I totally lose track of time in there) all of a sudden the lights started doing funny things. (My theory is that some drunken fool shot a transformer or something) It would dim to barely a beige’ish brown, like it was the last bits of light trickling out, then zap back on with a bright white light, actually white is a bad way to describe it…it was pure, a pure color of light, so intense! Then back to the beige dribble it went again. It did this a couple of times, while I raced around bumping into things, trying to find a flashlight so I could unplug everything, lest these power surges fry every single electrical gadget/appliance in my house. (I was later told, that the sky repeatedly lit up with a rainbow of colors)

Then, complete darkness; which also held a certain ‘purity’ to it. So still was the night at that point, I decided it would be the perfect time to let it wrap its arms around me, and lull me off to sleep.

But in reality, sleep was a while in coming, as my muse was tugging at my mind, refusing to let me slip into the grips of slumber, on this first day of a new year…but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. ;)

Christmas, Passion & Stuff
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
I need COFFEE!!

Uh huh...gotta go for bloodwork this morning(since they refused me last week because I hadn't stopped taking a certain medication..duh!) and I'm fine with the no-food part of the fasting, it's that 1 coffee/day that I drink, that cup of morning, that I can't digest, so to speak...

I was standing outside last night, a crisp breeze blowing a fine flutter of flakes (yes, we did finally get some snow, on Boxing Day) on my face, and I thought about that one thing that makes life worth living; passion.

See for me, there just isn't any other reason.

I've been passionate about something or other at any given moment in my life. Though there may be times when it's difficult to keep yourself focused, there still has to be that underlying force.

But right now? I'd say that I'm feeling a bit scattered. I need to re-align myself and figure out what that passion is at the moment, I think it's been burried beneath a huge heaping pile of obligations & expectations.

I'm tired, and having a hard time to concentrate here. These are the times that I just let the flow carry me along to...wherever! Then I wake up wondering how the hell I got there, and just when I seem to get my barings, another tidal wave of crapola sweeps me off my feet.

I suppose it's a rather fortunate thing that I love water and I'm a strong swimmer, otherwise I have not the foggiest clue of what I'm talking about here!

And so contrary to the initial intention of writing this 'deep' entry, you're reading this garble :P~~

Ok, so Neruda says....

LOVELY ONE

Lovely one,
just as on the cool stone
of the spring, the water
opens a wide flash of foam,
so is the smile on your face,
lovely one.

Lovely one,
with delicate hands and slender feet
like a silver pony,
walking, flower of the world,
thus I see you,
lovely one.

Lovely one,
with a nest of copper entangled
on your head, a nest
the color of dark honey
where my heart burns and rests,
lovely one.

Lovely one,
your eyes are too big for your face,
your eyes are too big for the earth.

There are countries, there are rivers,
in your eyes,
my country is in your eyes,
I walk through them,
they light the world
through which I walk,
lovely one.

Lovely one,
your breasts are like two loaves made
of grainy earth and golden moon,
lovely one.

Lovely one,
your waist,
my arm shaped it like a river when
it flowed a thousand years through your sweet body,
lovely one.

Lovely one,
there is nothing like your hips,
perhaps earth has
in some hidden place
the curve and the fragrance of your body,
perhaps in some place,
lovely one.

Lovely one, my lovely one,
your voice, your skin, your nails,
your being, your light, your shadow,
lovely one,
all that is mine, lovely one,
all that is mine, my dear,
when you walk or rest,
when you sing or sleep,
when you suffer or dream,
always,
when you are near, or far,
always,
you are mine, my lovely one,
always.

*sigh* poetry...

poetry is always a passion of mine, so there...I've found one ;)

A funny kind of mood
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
I dunno...it's weird. Well ok, weirder than usual :P

I'm all hyped up, anticipating, waiting, adrenaline pumping in my veins, few heart palpitations....and I don't really know why?

*scratching my head*

Ah well, who knows, maybe it's just that I'm really super excited about a friend's good news? Good juju, gotta love it! Nobody is more deserving.

A dream/a vision + a plan + hard work = a just result. Good on you hon, kudos!
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I have some funnies to share wif yas...

Bad Spelling

Forgot Something?

I'd Rather Hold It In

My Piggy Bank

Loud Enough For You?

Bad Judgement

Pile Up

Police Hard At Work

Sad Kitty

Shocking Accident

These last two are my favs...

This Is Going To Hurt

Let Me Explain

Bwahahahahaaa that one kills me! LMAO

Off to bake some cookies I go....made a gingerbread train (as opposed to the habitual house) last night. What a mess! But it looks yummy (I'll post some pics later)

Toodles~

Poppycock!
Now Playing: Calling You - Blue October
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
I'm ticked off at myself !#$%&! I wrapped some presents today, and there's this one that I put away last week, that I can't find!

*kicks self*

I've been majorly moving furniture around in not one, but three rooms over the past week. There were boxes and bags and books everywhere. I'm just getting the last of it in place, halleluia!

But seriously...the present thing, it's eating away at me!

*growl*

Still have some shopping to do this weekend, which I am loathing because I know how crowded the stores will be. Continuing on there after a hockey game, but I'd much rather be shopping 'sans' the boy. I'm hoping he'll plan a sleep-over with one of his little hockey buddies, because that same night I have a reception to go to.

A friend & family member just got married in Mexico last week, and they're coming home to their reception. I'd squeeze my way out of going if I could, but I really can't.

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Yesterday I called to remind my doc that I was on some 'supposed' emergency list for this impending surgery (since August) and the receptionist said that it would more than likely be at the end of January.

So that was yesterday, and now today...well, I had heard from a source that one of our local banks was looking to hire someone on a part-time basis and asked if I could bring a resume in. I guess I forgot to with everything that's been going on...today THEY called ME saying they'd heard I might be interested and could I come by to drop a resume off.

Had I known this, I'd never have pushed for the upcoming surgery....so I guess I'll just play it by ear. If I can get the job, I'm not going to turn it down that's for sure. 15 minutes away from my home at a pretty decent wage I imagine. I'll have to deal with the 'surgery issue' when it farking comes up again...sheesh!

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Snow's melting, it's damp and yukky...good day to do some cleaning. I guess I better throw in 'eating' somewhere in there, as I've forgotten to do that today (oh shup, it happens to everybody!)

*growl* <--this time it was my tummy.

Ta~

Chaos & Camo-frogs
Now Playing: Amazing- Blue October
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
I’m a pretty organized person, why, even in chaos there’s a particular order to my madness, I tell ya! ;)

I recently had misplaced my 512MB camera card, and was very anxious for the few days it took me to figure out where, out of the certain number of places it could be, it could be found.

When I finally did, I swore that I would catalogue and save the pics to a CD, I just haven’t found the time to do that yet...I was quite saddened by the fact that I might have lost the pictures on that card. Since my 35 mm Canon died on me, these digital pictures are my only mementos.

Is it too late to take a new year’s resolution? Or too early perhaps? I don’t believe in such frivolities, but I think within the next couple of weeks I will set myself the task of organizing, saving and printing a lot of these picture. I can’t be fearing their loss again, they’re just too precious.

I did come across this one very interesting picture I took at a friend’s yearly horseshoe tournament.

The natural camouflage of this frog at the foot of a tree, is pretty amazing. See for yourself! Cool eh? Hmm...If I had the ability to do so, I wonder what MY camouflage would look like??

Here are some fizzles andsquiggles from our Canada Day celebs. I thought they were pretty nifty as well.

Poet for hire

Um, yeah...since nobody could come up with anything touchy to say about their parents'50th wedding anniversary, I volunteered my pen. Seeing as I grew up in a large family as well, I figured I could fumble my way around it.

I'll pitch it to the decorating crew tonight, to see what they think. All we need is someone to actually go up and read it tomorrow night, which might be rather like beating a dead horse because they are not a very outspoken bunch.

The one I wrote for my own family, had everyone in tears.

Oh and btw, thanks for the Fly Like An Eagle, by Ratnakar Sadasyula, and High Flight, by John Gillespie Magee, Jr. poems, Dr Who :) I enjoy reading works that I might not have otherwise read.

And more importantly

My mother called me to say that, although he was slowly climbing back up hill, my brother had another relapse, and doesn't look well at all according to an aunt who visited him last evening.

It's such a delicate situation. You don't want to say you wish him gone, yet you can't stand to see him suffering any more than he already has.

In 2-1/2 yrs, the cancer went from his kidney, to his lungs, liver, brain, and entire lymphatic system. The doctors are amazed and baffled that he is still hanging on. This is what I was referring to when I mentioned my brother's strength.

Any good vibes, thoughts, and prayers would be greatly appreciated.

Don't get me started...
Mood:  crushed out
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
OOO just don't...I mean 5 little girls for Chrisssake! What the hell is this whole 'school shootings' rampage thing that's going on, huh?

What am I supposed to tell my 10-yr old child, who came into my room last night to ask if that could/would ever happen here, in our sleepy little town?

How am I supposed to remain unaffected about his fears(not to mention my own), about his plan to hide in this closet at the end of the hall, where there are very small spaces between the shelves, but he's pretty sure he can squeeze himself up between the high ones? How?

Two years ago, I rose up a stink because I walked in the front door, went to my child's class to pick him up for a dentist appt,(I had sent a note with him that morning)then walked right out and there wasn't a single teacher to be seen.

The doors DO lock. They Do have a doorbell. Why the hell aren't they using them?

You can be sure I'm going to test it, then raise a ruckus about it again if it's still the same as always.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm seeing virtual classrooms for everyone in the very near future...at this point I'm thinking, maybe that's not such a bad idea?

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Well it won't make the wrongs of the world right again, but poetry is ALWAYS a comfort, anytime, anywhere...I read this one that I really liked while waiting for my sister in the car today, and I thought it very well written, so I wanted to share it.

The Arch
by Iriving Layton

The enormous arch was covered by intricate
designs of great beauty, murals and whole stanzas
of poetry; in between precious stones
glinted or shone like many-hued fires in the sun.
Before passing under the arch everyone gazed
at the magnificent designs and inscriptions,
some for a long time; others stood off at a distance
copying them into books or making careful notes
in the reverential stillness that wrapped them round.
Nature itself seemed bowed in homage, in awe.
Then an odd thing took place before my eyes. I saw
The arch begin to sink into the yielding ground;
at first slowly, then with gathering energy
until by noon tall persons had to bend their heads
before they could pass comfortably through the arch.
At dusk even those who were of medium tallness
had to crouch quite low until it seemed they were
on hands and knees, their backs scraping the grey stones.
Nevertheless many rapt individuals still looked
for a long time and adoringly at the designs
before they walked under the arch through the number
copying or making notes appeared greatly diminished.
The next morning I rose up very early
to see what had become of the fabulous arch.
Even from a distance away I could discern
it had sunk yet more deeply into the soft ground
so that only persons who were very short
could now pass beneath it and even they only after
much straining and discomfort and angry shoves;
within an hour no one bur dwarfs, midgets, and runts
and those who trod on stumps, their legs having been sawed
off at The knees, might pass safely through. Nobody
cared any longer to look at the lovely designs
and the adoring copyists had all vanished
-who knows where? I observed the fires from The stones,
precious and many-hued, now slanted above
the foreheads of the straining manikins and cripples
or if by chance catching their eyes made them blink or tear.
By nightfall the dark hordes swollen and thickened
could be squeezed through only by pressing them
so tightly no space was left between body
and body, while some of the beefier dwarfs and shrimps
wearing special armbands and huge orange buttons
would lunge at them as if they were a plastic ball
that could be pummeled into the demanded shape.
SO: jostled, shoved, prodded by many blows and swats,
kicked, thumped, slapped, the fused mass of cripples and gnomes
groaning and sweating were propelled under the arch.
The following noon from The high hill where I stood,
the anonymous pressed mass, hot and sticky
under the unmerciful midday sun
and impelled by howling runts in frey uniforms,
seemed to vie tar a tar-machine was spurting out
between the stumpy columns to make a fresh road
that stretched bubbling and black farther than eye could see.
Scarcely above it, now full of pocked holes
where once precious jewels had shone and loosed their fires,
the wan and broken span looked like a fading grin.

Fridge-shui
Now Playing: Acadamy of St.Martin in the Fields
Topic: IbeTalkingInCirclesAgain
I had to buy a new refrigerator. And here's something I don't get; I paid less for a new one now, than I did 18 yrs ago?

Ok, so I'm not complaining, they're more energy efficient and all, so that's a good thing, right Martha S?

Yeah...but here's what's 'not so cool' about the new refrigerator...

For 18 yrs, the milk went on the top shelf to the right, water to the left. Margarine on the second shelf, soda on the bottom one.

And now, well, the symbiotics are just all wrong!

The milk is on the bottom shelf, the soda is in the door, the water's on the top shelf to the right, the eggs are where the margarine was, the crisper's on the left side, not the right...

You can well imagine my predicament, but what am I to do?

Do I consult the manual? the stars? or the spirits on this one?