this is turning out to be a very stressful and unusual month. in addition to kathryn’s wedding and all the preparations involved therein, and then with doc finding out about his layoff a couple of weeks ago, i found out late last week that i’m getting a sizeable raise. which is, of course, fantastic and all, but it’s a big change, coming on top of other big changes we’re dealing with. yikes. lots to think about.
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Copyright © 2012 Something Shiny Disorder
APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
thank you for that. i love eliot. “the wasteland” brings back memories of late nights, coffee and cigarettes, and writing and reading poetry.
did you know that eliot wrote “the waste land” when he was 34? i’m 32. what have *i* done?
full fathom five thy father lies
of his bones are coral made
those are pearls that were his eyes;
nothing of him that doth fade
but doth suffer a sea-change
into something rich and strange.
and i alone am left to tell the tale.
call me ishmael.
Or as Tom Lehrer said, “It is sobering to consider that when Mozart was my age, he had already been dead for a year.” (Don’t worry, that’s not true for us – Mozart was 35 when he died.)
Bonnie