Especially when the October wind
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.
Behind a post of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.
Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
-- Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas makes me want to sit in silence and explode with joy at the same time.
I got a P.U.I. from StrongMad last night.
Note:
--->"Have sex with me" is a quote from a movie.
--->In my daily life, I actually punctuate conversations with relevant songs quite frequently.
--->I think it was just sleep deprivation (I was up for 55 hrs) and fissures in my sanity due to a bout of unrelenting interstitial cystitis symptoms.
The news lately (earthquake + police brutality + exploding snake), some weird developments in my personal life, and a crazy couple of weeks at school are apparently taking their tole. And my interstitial cystitis isn't helping things. I hate to start having to write about my stupid disease again. It was so fun to get to think about some other things for a while...but I've lost 6 lbs in the past week, and that can not be a good sign.
--->When I head out for Seattle, I have to remember to pack a nice juicy steak, a bathing suit, and a rock.
With frosty fingers punishes my hair,
Caught by the crabbing sun I walk on fire
And cast a shadow crab upon the land,
By the sea's side, hearing the noise of birds,
Hearing the raven cough in winter sticks,
My busy heart who shudders as she talks
Sheds the syllabic blood and drains her words.
Shut, too, in a tower of words, I mark
On the horizon walking like the trees
The wordy shapes of women, and the rows
Of the star-gestured children in the park.
Some let me make you of the vowelled beeches,
Some of the oaken voices, from the roots
Of many a thorny shire tell you notes,
Some let me make you of the water's speeches.
Behind a post of ferns the wagging clock
Tells me the hour's word, the neural meaning
Flies on the shafted disk, declaims the morning
And tells the windy weather in the cock.
Some let me make you of the meadow's signs;
The signal grass that tells me all I know
Breaks with the wormy winter through the eye.
Some let me tell you of the raven's sins.
Especially when the October wind
(Some let me make you of autumnal spells,
The spider-tongued, and the loud hill of Wales)
With fists of turnips punishes the land,
Some let me make of you the heartless words.
The heart is drained that, spelling in the scurry
Of chemic blood, warned of the coming fury.
By the sea's side hear the dark-vowelled birds.
-- Dylan Thomas
Dylan Thomas makes me want to sit in silence and explode with joy at the same time.
I got a P.U.I. from StrongMad last night.
Note:
--->"Have sex with me" is a quote from a movie.
--->In my daily life, I actually punctuate conversations with relevant songs quite frequently.
--->I think it was just sleep deprivation (I was up for 55 hrs) and fissures in my sanity due to a bout of unrelenting interstitial cystitis symptoms.
The news lately (earthquake + police brutality + exploding snake), some weird developments in my personal life, and a crazy couple of weeks at school are apparently taking their tole. And my interstitial cystitis isn't helping things. I hate to start having to write about my stupid disease again. It was so fun to get to think about some other things for a while...but I've lost 6 lbs in the past week, and that can not be a good sign.
--->When I head out for Seattle, I have to remember to pack a nice juicy steak, a bathing suit, and a rock.
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I was going to e-mail you from my phone, but I couldn't get a personal reply address set up and so your reply would have gone to my whole support team.
If I sounded distant, it's because I'm totally in the zone at work (and I was at work until 10:30 as expected). I'm getting my ass beat, and I have trouble shifting gears sometimes.
You know, I thought something like this would happen I will make sure to say your name several times in our next conversation to prove I know who you are and that I'm serious about hanging out
OK, so no stress, but when your schedule looks good, let's go get some food or post up at a good peoplewatching locale or something. You'll have to tell me when b/c I don't have your # *ahem*.