Well, today is my saturday and it seems also my sunday. I have a few hours of prep tomorrow and a lunch with work at Mela. With that very open schedule I hope to get some promises fulfilled. Hike, the party, the scab.
I can tell you about my dinner last night. I spent 70 bucks on groceries 2 six packs of fuller's and a bottle of Bristol Creme Sherry. 8 lbs of whole sirloin tip USDA choice. a salad, roasted onions and potatos and two pan seared steaks between Benji Anderson and myself. Then Sean, Joel, Benji and myself all watched A Touch of Evil. A good night that has more details to be sure. I'll have another steak tonight, a tumbler of sherry and a cigar. A dishwasher can do ok in this town.
Though the poems, "The Scab" and perhaps another will treat the subject I'll speak directly on it here. Vaugely, which is dangerous because if one isn't clear things can be misunderstood.
When you see a movie, you know how long it is going to run, and barring any special indie trick, you'll be able to watch it again. Yeats said in his great poem Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen, "Man is in love and loves what vanishes," ( http://perversiontracker.com/archives/000458.html )so perhaps that is it. I know the sand falls through the glass and the rivers run from the mountains to the sea but to me to "move on" to close a door that has already been shut is, is something. Jackson Browne said in his song These Days,
"And I had a lover
Its so hard to risk another these days
These days--
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well its just that Ive been losing so long"
You cut song out and make it story, for I was telling stories last night, stories none of you have ever heard, stories that remind me of Wilmot's Disabled Debauchee:
"
Or should some cold-complexioned set forbid,
With his dull morals, our night's brisk alarms,
I'll fire his blood by telling what I did,
When I was strong and able to bear arms.
"
But I am still strong and I don't take the loses to heart though I do think of them sometimes on long car trips or late at night trying to sleep. Not that they keep me up, its just the idle mind you know. But I don't want to "move on" if it means that should things change, not that I expect them too, but if things should change I don't want a seat I am saving to be taken. Like a double door hotel room I might close my door but I won't lock it. A kock is always welcome.
Were my god sister not enroute I would work out "The Scab" but tomorrow. We only get so many days above ground you know. I'll leave you with some Tom and thoughts on time.
Time is a funny thing. The distance between two events just like space is the distance between two points.
Tom Waits - Time
Well the smart moneys on harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And youre east of east saint louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancees in the mirror
And the band is going home, its raining hammers, its raining nails
And its true theres nothing left for him down here
And its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
And they all pretend theyre orphans and their memorys like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you cant remember tell the things you cant forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said shed stick around until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just dont know when to quit
And mathilda asks the sailors are those dreams or are those prayers?
So close your eyes, son, and this wont hurt a bit
Oh its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when theyre on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off til I come back again
Oh its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
And its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
Some tom waits videos, first is from 1985 the second I'm not sure.
tom on letterman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7-cTkKWdwg&mode=related&search=
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7-cTkKWdwg&mode=related&search=
Tom on Fernwood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_0E7x3Nqys
I can tell you about my dinner last night. I spent 70 bucks on groceries 2 six packs of fuller's and a bottle of Bristol Creme Sherry. 8 lbs of whole sirloin tip USDA choice. a salad, roasted onions and potatos and two pan seared steaks between Benji Anderson and myself. Then Sean, Joel, Benji and myself all watched A Touch of Evil. A good night that has more details to be sure. I'll have another steak tonight, a tumbler of sherry and a cigar. A dishwasher can do ok in this town.
Though the poems, "The Scab" and perhaps another will treat the subject I'll speak directly on it here. Vaugely, which is dangerous because if one isn't clear things can be misunderstood.
When you see a movie, you know how long it is going to run, and barring any special indie trick, you'll be able to watch it again. Yeats said in his great poem Nineteen Hundred and Nineteen, "Man is in love and loves what vanishes," ( http://perversiontracker.com/archives/000458.html )so perhaps that is it. I know the sand falls through the glass and the rivers run from the mountains to the sea but to me to "move on" to close a door that has already been shut is, is something. Jackson Browne said in his song These Days,
"And I had a lover
Its so hard to risk another these days
These days--
Now if I seem to be afraid
To live the life I have made in song
Well its just that Ive been losing so long"
You cut song out and make it story, for I was telling stories last night, stories none of you have ever heard, stories that remind me of Wilmot's Disabled Debauchee:
"
Or should some cold-complexioned set forbid,
With his dull morals, our night's brisk alarms,
I'll fire his blood by telling what I did,
When I was strong and able to bear arms.
"
But I am still strong and I don't take the loses to heart though I do think of them sometimes on long car trips or late at night trying to sleep. Not that they keep me up, its just the idle mind you know. But I don't want to "move on" if it means that should things change, not that I expect them too, but if things should change I don't want a seat I am saving to be taken. Like a double door hotel room I might close my door but I won't lock it. A kock is always welcome.
Were my god sister not enroute I would work out "The Scab" but tomorrow. We only get so many days above ground you know. I'll leave you with some Tom and thoughts on time.
Time is a funny thing. The distance between two events just like space is the distance between two points.
Tom Waits - Time
Well the smart moneys on harlow and the moon is in the street
And the shadow boys are breaking all the laws
And youre east of east saint louis and the wind is making speeches
And the rain sounds like a round of applause
And napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon
His invisible fiancees in the mirror
And the band is going home, its raining hammers, its raining nails
And its true theres nothing left for him down here
And its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
And they all pretend theyre orphans and their memorys like a train
You can see it getting smaller as it pulls away
And the things you cant remember tell the things you cant forget
That history puts a saint in every dream
Well she said shed stick around until the bandages came off
But these mamas boys just dont know when to quit
And mathilda asks the sailors are those dreams or are those prayers?
So close your eyes, son, and this wont hurt a bit
Oh its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
Well things are pretty lousy for a calendar girl
The boys just dive right off the cars and splash into the street
And when theyre on a roll she pulls a razor from her boot
And a thousand pigeons fall around her feet
So put a candle in the window and a kiss upon his lips
As the dish outside the window fills with rain
Just like a stranger with the weeds in your heart
And pay the fiddler off til I come back again
Oh its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
And its time time time, and its time time time
And its time time time that you love
And its time time time
Some tom waits videos, first is from 1985 the second I'm not sure.
tom on letterman
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7-cTkKWdwg&mode=related&search=
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7-cTkKWdwg&mode=related&search=
Tom on Fernwood
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R_0E7x3Nqys
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You might say I'm a bit of a fan...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6i_Z6458rc