(Michael Manson)
I opted against a film tonight. I rushed home distractedly from the city, had two beers then quickly bored with local pub talk; went to the wine shop, the grocery store, the meat market.
Home.
I put most of the food away, ate a can of Dinty Moore stew.
Surviving that, I put on some Van Morrison.
Jesus, he was a trifling man.
In truth, I loved it. I have always found a way of getting my arms around the romantics, and have also handcuffed some realists along the way.
Jesus, he was a trifling man.
In truth, I loved it. I have always found a way of getting my arms around the romantics, and have also handcuffed some realists along the way.
I sat back in my desk chair, sipping my wine, counting my many new dollars, wondering how somebody so fortunate could end up being a liberal like me, and not the online kind.
Speaking of.... online-liberals are all menopausal women, maybe even worse. They are just terrible. They are uninvited hot flashes, trying to save the earth. It's not so much that what they say is wrong, it is that they are just so unforgivingly intense concerning the expectation of accordance. It's like people that raise money at Elton John concerts, and insist that you recognize their efforts.
These medusas did not reach me through the Van Morrison tonight, though. Do not worry, much. It is only something that has been on my mind; women of a certain kind. It need not worry you, also.
Men are capable of grander general gloom than women, they always have been. It is why their songs are more beautiful, men's. Women will always own specifics, but men have them beat on the averages of sadness.
Don't kill the back massager.
All that being hieroglyphed above, I sat and gently studied the unmeasured sorrow of my good buddy, Van Morrison.
I calmed myself and thought poetical thoughts, then felt them, then leaned forward into the speakers, head in my hands. I nearly prayed aloud, muttering the rhythmic embrace of a thing that is akin to pain, beauty.
Some are dedicated to the description of the maladies. Van is triflingly among them.
The wine gripped and griped my mind, tore the sail from its mast, just as the stew stormed my stomach. Within a few tilts of the glass I had found my way far away from Van and stumbled into the sharp end of the sextant.
Below are the bubble-pop rooms of my youth.
INXS, etc.
This time will be the last time that we will fight like this.....
I'm standing here, on the ground.....
Resolution of happiness
Things have been dark for too long
Don't change a thing for me
I felt as if I were near a pool.
Execution of bitterness
Message received loud and clear
Well, the wine calmed me, here and then there.
That, then, gave way to this:
I go to places we used to go
I still see people we used to know
Friends, they ask me, where is she now?
I have to tell them we're over now
When I questioned love, I thought I'd surely die
I couldn't see a future without you by my side
We're not together, but I'm still alive
I'd rather not see you for a really long time
Funny how love is...
Funny how love is...
Funny how love is...
I don't want your magazines, I don't want your clothes
Take them from my house, let me be alone
Ever try to catch me in, or call me on the phone
Don't send me letters, I don't want to know
When I questioned love, I thought I'd surely die
I couldn't see a future without you by my side
We're not together, but I'm still alive
I'd rather not see you for a really long time
Funny how love is...
Funny how love is...
Funny how love is...
Love is so funny, the joke is on me
Funny how love is...
