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Inside a broken clock

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Friday Nov 30, 2007

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I just re-read Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials trilogy in preparation for what will undoubtedly be a massacre of a motion picture.

I also can't sleep.

I have a hot water bottle nestled under my quilts, making the bed toasty for me when I return. It's rubber and pink and looks like a legless baby pig. I call it The Pig.

I really want to get out of town, just for a little bit. I love it here but it's so small and everything is unceasingly the same, forever. I wish something crazy would happen so I could get excited about it.

I have a strange and gorgeous hand-built brick fireplace, but the chimney is broken and my landlord, or lack thereof, doesn't have the means to fix it.

I feel sort of gloomy. It's so silent here. All there is is the computer's hum and the ticking wall clock.

Ooh, I know, a depressing poem! I'll spoiler it because it's long.

Aubade, by Phillip Larkin:

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Aubade

I work all day, and get half-drunk at night.
Waking at four to soundless dark, I stare.
In time the curtain-edges will grow light.
Till then I see what's really always there:
Unresting death, a whole day nearer now,
Making all thought impossible but how
And where and when I shall myself die.
Arid interrogation: yet the dread
Of dying, and being dead,
Flashes afresh to hold and horrify.
The mind blanks at the glare. Not in remorse
- The good not done, the love not given, time
Torn off unused - nor wretchedly because
An only life can take so long to climb
Clear of its wrong beginnings, and may never;
But at the total emptiness for ever,
The sure extinction that we travel to
And shall be lost in always. Not to be here,
Not to be anywhere,
And soon; nothing more terrible, nothing more true.

This is a special way of being afraid
No trick dispels. Religion used to try,
That vast, moth-eaten musical brocade
Created to pretend we never die,
And specious stuff that says No rational being
Can fear a thing it will not feel, not seeing
That this is what we fear - no sight, no sound,
No touch or taste or smell, nothing to think with,
Nothing to love or link with,
The anasthetic from which none come round.

And so it stays just on the edge of vision,
A small, unfocused blur, a standing chill
That slows each impulse down to indecision.
Most things may never happen: this one will,
And realisation of it rages out
In furnace-fear when we are caught without
People or drink. Courage is no good:
It means not scaring others. Being brave
Lets no one off the grave.
Death is no different whined at than withstood.

Slowly light strengthens, and the room takes shape.
It stands plain as a wardrobe, what we know,
Have always known, know that we can't escape,
Yet can't accept. One side will have to go.
Meanwhile telephones crouch, getting ready to ring
In locked-up offices, and all the uncaring
Intricate rented world begins to rouse.
The sky is white as clay, with no sun.
Work has to be done.
Postmen like doctors go from house to house.


...nothing to think with/ Nothing to love or link with

Yeah, chew on that! Then go die from a big dose of Sad.

VIEW 25 of 33 COMMENTS
suri:
i just was listening to his books on tape (he reads them himself!)

i am so nervous about the move, i feel like they are gonna bastardize it and then i can never talk about it agian without someone saying "oh yeah i thought that movie was pretty sic"

also i want to join gadget and you in nude jumping and harvest moon

Dec 3, 2007
eventide:
all this anti-sadness.
i say be sad. its not wrong to be sad. its not bad. selfish, irresponsible or thick headed.
its fine. its life! i means its part of life. it comes it goes - like joy. like love. like the weather. i know a guy who was sad for 7 years. blush

the guy who owns the old farm house i have a back room in, he said the other day, ...

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that his wife is suing him blah blah, has gotten the court to put this house on the auction block, so i may be out on street soon, but , anyway, he goes: what do i have to leave behind in the world? lamenting jeesus, im thinking to myself. he owns a fucking HOUSE , i mean even if he looses it, what a pile of cash. me i have jack shit. so i told him what the zen monks say to that, that we should leave this world like a good bon fire, nothing left over but a pinch of ash. i mean nothing. whats a sadness, a joy? you spring chickens, dance!!! dance your sorrows, your fears. dance your life, your death. dance your gadget's nudity and your harvest moon!!!!!!!!!

Dec 4, 2007

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