anna

well, kids.... the time has come for some things to change.

i just requested to be archived; i will be leaving sg, perhaps for a period of time, perhaps permanently.

i am at a very strange point in my life, as i have been for the past 2 or 3 years. and im ready for it to be over. im ready for some stability, some direction, and hopefully some peace. unfortunately, sg just doesnt fit into that equation anymore.

there is a part of me that would like to go into detail about why i do not wish to be here anymore, but it seems unnecessary to complain about it.

this has been a valuable experience, i am happy with my decision to become an sg, and i am happy with my decision now to leave it behind. thanks to everyone who made my time on here well worth it.

for now, i am going to be focusing on a new job, a new career, new living arrangements, new responsibilities, new goals, and commitments. ive neglected my passions and my aspirations for far too long, and ive found that having those in my life is one of the few things which keep me sane. i am looking forward to spending more time with my family, my friends whom i miss dearly, and my love, who inspires me to do what makes me happy and what makes me free.

if for some reason youd like to keep up with whats going on with me,

KEEP CHECKING THIS PAGE

and at some point, probably by the end of the year, i will have a link to my new, very own website. but be patient with me, remember that i have a lot going on right now, and i still have to get my computer fixed.

and to the lovelies who left me comments and messages and never got a response: THANK YOU, dont think it ever went unappreciated. i am simply incapable of proper correspondence.

well if i must go, im going out with something beautiful. and so i leave you with a little joanna newsom:





oh, where is your inflammatory writ?
your text that would incite a light be lit
our music deserving devotion unswerving
cry "do I deserve her?" with unflagging fervor
well, no you do not, if you cannot get over it

and whats it mean when suddenly were spent? tell me true
ambition came and reared its head, and went far from you
even mollusks have weddings, though solemn and leaden
but you dirge for the dead, take no jam on your bread
just a supper of salt and a waltz through your empty bed

and all at once it came to me,
and i wrote and hunched 'til four-thirty
but that vestal light, it burns out with the night
in spite of all the time that we spent on it:
one bedraggled ghost of a sonnet
while outside, the wild boars root
without bending a bough underfoot
o it breaks my heart; i dont know how they do't.
so dont ask me

and as for my inflammatory writ?
well, i wrote it and i was not inflammed one bit.
advice from the master derailed that disaster;
he said "hand that pen over to me, poetaster!"
while across the great plains, keening lovely & awful,
ululate the last great american novels -
an unlawful lot, left to stutter and freeze, floodlit.
but at least they didnt run, to their undying credit






thanks again, sg
peace, joy, and happiness to each and every one of you