"Direct your sight inward, and you'll find
A thousand regions in your mind
yet undiscovered. Travel them, and be
Expert in home-cosmography."
-HDT
Looking forward to discovering the Mayan Ruins of the Yucatan-Mexico's finest-- this weekend. I will also be searching for buried treasure in the alcoves and looking to join a band of pirates.
Diet will consist of local fare, nothing but fruit and fish.
The Shangri-La Caribe is a bit more touristy than my original plan but at least my Cabana will be right on the water's edge.
No expectations but I expect that anything will be more exciting than this, my so-called-life.
Be home soon.
1/13/2005
1/12/2005
1/11/2005
nothing like the sun
I have lost track of the days, the hours, the months...and wonder what it is going to take to revive me--to bring me back to reality.
The nurse is patting my face gently, "Wake up. are you awake?" she asks sweetly.
As I come to, I wonder if she ever thinks in the back of her mind,
"What if they don't? What if they never wake again?"
I decide not to be her first and allow myself to come back to full consciousness.
Flipping through my old friend Shakespeare tonight, I found several dried flowers pressed in the pages from a few year's past. The petals bruised and stained the pages of my favorite sonnets-- I opened to #130...
...I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, tread on the ground.
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she beliede with false compare.
The nurse is patting my face gently, "Wake up. are you awake?" she asks sweetly.
As I come to, I wonder if she ever thinks in the back of her mind,
"What if they don't? What if they never wake again?"
I decide not to be her first and allow myself to come back to full consciousness.
Flipping through my old friend Shakespeare tonight, I found several dried flowers pressed in the pages from a few year's past. The petals bruised and stained the pages of my favorite sonnets-- I opened to #130...
...I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, tread on the ground.
And yet by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she beliede with false compare.
1/10/2005
"wrapped up in books"
Booking my flight today was liberating. And the remote, sunny beach will be so much better than this incessant grey-gloomy bullshit. Four more days and I'll board that plane. Check this out: http://www.mexicoholiday.com/destinations/kailuum-facts.html let me know if you are interested in joining me! Talk about romantic--showing up at my hut with nothing more than a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Come to me, baby!
Crucible has been on my mind. I took that play on like a lover. It inspired me. I knew it intimately--every line, every character, every pause-- Will my ideas be distorted or were they abandoned? It doesn't matter. But fuck, it hurts. It fucking hurts.
A great little tune that has been growing on me for some time now.
From the 2003 Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Belle And Sebastian - Wrapped Up In Books
It was pretty bright upon the rainbow bridge tonight
I could see into your window although you're far away
You were racing in a car beside a boy you just don't know
If he is up for what you have in mind
If he is up for what you have in mind
Change is on the cards but this time it will be hard
I never want to leave you we've never had a fight
You should never split a book you should never split at all
I wish I had to, as I could follow
I write the ending without any sorrow
I will say a prayer just while you are sitting there
And I will wrap my arms around you cause I know it will be fine
We've got a fantasy affair, we didn't get wet, we didn't dare
Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books
Our inclinations, are hidden in looks
Summers hastening on, trying to get a feeling from the city
But I've been unfaithful, I've been traveling abroad
We've got a fantasy affair, we didn't get wet, we didn't dare
But the fantasy remains, you better come back to love again
Our aspirations, wrapped up in books
Our inclinations, hidden in looks
Crucible has been on my mind. I took that play on like a lover. It inspired me. I knew it intimately--every line, every character, every pause-- Will my ideas be distorted or were they abandoned? It doesn't matter. But fuck, it hurts. It fucking hurts.
A great little tune that has been growing on me for some time now.
From the 2003 Dear Catastrophe Waitress
Belle And Sebastian - Wrapped Up In Books
It was pretty bright upon the rainbow bridge tonight
I could see into your window although you're far away
You were racing in a car beside a boy you just don't know
If he is up for what you have in mind
If he is up for what you have in mind
Change is on the cards but this time it will be hard
I never want to leave you we've never had a fight
You should never split a book you should never split at all
I wish I had to, as I could follow
I write the ending without any sorrow
I will say a prayer just while you are sitting there
And I will wrap my arms around you cause I know it will be fine
We've got a fantasy affair, we didn't get wet, we didn't dare
Our aspirations, are wrapped up in books
Our inclinations, are hidden in looks
Summers hastening on, trying to get a feeling from the city
But I've been unfaithful, I've been traveling abroad
We've got a fantasy affair, we didn't get wet, we didn't dare
But the fantasy remains, you better come back to love again
Our aspirations, wrapped up in books
Our inclinations, hidden in looks
1/09/2005
resistance
I have tried to put my thoughts down here for a good 15 minutes but nothing seems to sound right. The sun is up but I am a little down. Here’s to hoping I can make it through Sunday.
Thanks big C for letting me scan a few recent photos ( scroll down…)
It doesn't help when you receive cards from coworkers that say, "I know that you must be suffering unhealthily..." What in the hell does THAT mean?
(I was thinking some things here..angry thoughts... I guess anger is an emotion. better than apathy, right?) and I don't have to work at being witty--I just am.
I recommend: "Love and Death" --a great woody allen film.
On tonight's bill? "Saved", "Saddest Music in the World" and (ahem) "Dodgeball".
Thanks big C for letting me scan a few recent photos ( scroll down…)
It doesn't help when you receive cards from coworkers that say, "I know that you must be suffering unhealthily..." What in the hell does THAT mean?
(I was thinking some things here..angry thoughts... I guess anger is an emotion. better than apathy, right?) and I don't have to work at being witty--I just am.
I recommend: "Love and Death" --a great woody allen film.
On tonight's bill? "Saved", "Saddest Music in the World" and (ahem) "Dodgeball".
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