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The sun felt really good on my skin. It felt nice to wear shorts and flip flops and feel the warm breeze on my face. Today
A friend of the family passed away early this morning. My sister's neighbor a women that we knew for so long.
I can look at her house from my sister's back yard and almost see her waving at me like she use to do before she got sick, before when I came home for school and try to hide from my family and smoke a ciggerett. She always had a can of beer in her hand and the other a joint.
She was a hippie not that much older then my own mother. A hippie that never aloud society to change her. Everyone got along with her even my mother who is a very classy lady, but she too was a hippie but society made my mother into a adult. My brother in law Jay offered me brownies that were at her house. He had this look and I froze before I got them... I knew they were hash brownies at that moment, he snickered and said they were.
I like sitting outside on a nice day, where the breeze rustles her hair and it tickles your face, and if you listen you can hear natures voices .
I'm content today,
I feel bad about not spending more time with Judy, I don't like sick people, I feel like I have a itch and I have to run away from them.I wish I could change that
Then I think though We all are unkind from time to time. We all do things that we wish we could change or undo. those regrets just become part of who we are, along with everything else. To spend time trying to change that , well, it's like chasing clouds.
Things arn't just good or bad in our selves. It's what we do with tham that makes them so.
I learned a word today ( Sapphist) which means Lesbians it's actually from the Greek name Sappho.
Sappho was a 7th century Byzantium poet, who wrote poetry, there were many written volumes of her work in many different langues. Though her Sexual Preferences were women, which no big deal right? Wrong all her books were removed many destroyed, human kind is cruel, most of her work is forever gone, lost in ashes of the past.
there are many different Translations of her work here is one that I like the most:
And by the cool stream the breeze murmurs through apple branches and slumber pours down from quivering leaves.
By the cool water the breeze murmurs, rustling
Through apple branches, while from quivering leaves
Streams down deep slumber.
talking of the nymphs , I will always favor my Norsemen but Sappho writes very beautiful
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I still haven't gotten around to watching Night Watch. Although, I did watch Day Watch the other day (Which is apparently loosely based on the last two-thirds of the first book and not the sequel). I thought it was ok...There were a lot of cool visuals, but I didn't like the changes made to the story
If you're feeling in a particularly lovesick/melancholy mood then I can recommend some indian poetry, particularly Black Marigolds, which was my introduction through John Steinbeck. It's bloody long though.
Black Marigolds
The last verse...
Even now
I know that I have savoured the hot taste of life
Lifting green cups and gold at the great feast.
Just for a small and a forgotten time
I have had full in my eyes from off my girl
The whitest pouring of eternal light.
The heavy knife. As to a gala day.
On a lighter note, I love the drunken blog, and that you were so far gone that the weirdest thing you could think of to do with a third arm was eat a sandwich while typing.