The winsome waking weather lasted but a single revolution of the orb.
I found that last sentence, as is, unedited, on the internet. I searched for hours, a true jewel in the rough. Can you believe it?
Sure you can. You know of my dedication in this way.
Overcast skies returned today, moving red and menacing. That we live in an agricultural valley has made itself known. The rains make the land rich, wealthy with minerals, moist with death and then life, and then again, again.
Tomorrow is the first day of spring.
My wants are relatively meager. My most extravagant yearning is to own a set of the Encyclopedia Britannica, at $1400 for a (new) set. Any mention of this desire is met with derision, by most. In a world that esteems iPhones, Galaxies and Droids over libraries and bookstores it is no small wonder that I am out of step with the tightening world around me. Everybody keeps telling me that there is a Britannica app., not seeming to understand that I actually want the set of books and am willing to work and pay for them, sometime in the future, starting tomorrow. But quick comes pity and regret, they do not seem to be meant for me.
What future measure of knowledge or literacy will we accept, I wonder.
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp - or what's a heaven for?"
The internet can probably tell you who said that. Pick among the top hits, or the ones that make you happy. It was Browning, either Elizabeth or Robert. Who cares. It might have been Goebbels.
I happened into a curio shop a few weekends ago. There were nicknacks and oddball relics arranged with an organizational mania that was matched only by the neurotic breadth in the contents of the place. I started flipping through some framed and unframed posters distractedly. They seemed to be jokes about commerce and productivity. They were "inspirational" in intent, comic in the re-telling, found here in an indoor junkyard.
Suddenly an Asian woman was flipping through the stack next to me, smiling with an unsettling and focused fervor. She asked, "You like 'Pride'?" She was holding up a framed plastic poster that had a vaguely secular inspirational quote and a presumably matching image. She flipped past, "You want 'Love'?"... "You need 'Gratitude'?"... I said that I'd buy "Gratitude" only if they had a matching "Longitude" in golden aluminum frame. Her ensuing search lacked all sense of thoroughness but easily made up for that loss in both enthusiasm and momentum.
As I stepped away no subsequent virtue went unsolicited from that moment until I left the store, smiling and bowing a series of "No, Thank-You's" that must have seemed like a dynastic getaway.
Ok, that's my humorous racialism for the day.
Suck it, whitey...
Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl child in the dark Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Downy sins of streetlight fancies Chase the costumes she shall wear Ermine furs adorn the imperious Severin, Severin awaits you there I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather Shiny leather in the dark Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart Severin, Severin, speak so slightly Severin, down on your bended knee Taste the whip, in love not given lightly Taste the whip, now plead for me I am tired, I am weary I could sleep for a thousand years A thousand dreams that would awake me Different colors made of tears Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather Whiplash girl child in the dark Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart -Lou Reed, Venus In Furs . |
