|04-23-2000 09:00 AM|
A longing to set my lands in order.
Happy Easter - al
April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of Man.
You cannot say or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief.
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink
Amongst the rock one cannot stop and think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit
There is not even silence in the mountains
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?
....These fragments I have shored against my ruins
Peace. Peace. Peace.
-- T.S. Eliot (excerpted from the Waste Land)
|04-21-2000 05:23 AM|
Second star to the right and straight on till morning. It's about that time again.
|04-20-2000 10:59 PM|
Overall the last five months have been a cold cruel slap of reality. I'm down but not out. Yo Adrian! I can can beat this guy if he just keeps hittin me. [img]http://126.96.36.199/images/flytalk/Wilk.gif" border="0" align="middle">
I'll see you at the clave. Beans, homefries, bacon or sausage and how would like your eggs done at 4:00A.M? <img src="http://188.8.131.52/images/flytalk/Wilk.gif[/img]
|04-20-2000 09:52 PM|
I want to grow up, still and more,
to get a little older each day and a little wiser
to help the 8 year old believe that all dreams come true
that paper work and office politics are a learning journey
that the stillness of the morning is worth the night of waiting
that the subtle breeze is a wisper of faith
that the knowledge of Ephemeroptera is a gift
that it's Easter weekend and I'm going fishing
and that my best buddy, the 8 year old neighbour's kid, will add to my pleasure for the day by learning about BWO's
|04-20-2000 06:39 PM|
RE:Resignation (Nah!, let's call it an affirmation!)
Wow ssully! Nothing like April 15th to get a person feelin' a little down. Now, it's time to snap out of it. The spring is (supposedly) here. We need you leading the charge to the striper shores. Let's get together and chase some spring arrivals some weekend soon.
|04-20-2000 11:47 AM|
I want to ride my bike all over and to the swimming hole get a wicked sunburn.
I want to play stick ball all day.
I want to go fishing off a bridge and catch lots of flounder.
I want to drive my dads 54 olds up and down the driveway.
I want to play with my dog Scamp boy I still miss him after all these years.
I want to go to the drive in with my jammies on and play on the swings.
I want to throw water balloons at the girls.
I want to go camping with a can of beans and a can of sterno.
I want to wait for the icecream truck to come by after supper.
I want to stay up all night long listing to the radio.
I want summer to never end.
|04-20-2000 10:09 AM|
AND....I want to go to Rocky Point on a rainy April day with the neighborhood gang, toss worms, and catch kibbys, perch, and hornpout, and think I'm the worlds best angler!
|04-20-2000 10:02 AM|
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult. I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year-old again.
I want to go to McDonald's and think that it's a four star restaurant.
I want to sail sticks across a fresh mud puddle and make a sidewalk with rocks.
I want to think M&Ms are better than money because you can eat them.
I want to lie under a big oak tree and run a lemonade stand with my friends on a hot summer's day.
I want to return to a time when life was simple; When all you knew were colors, multiplication tables and nursery rhymes, but that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care.
All you knew was to be happy because you were blissfully unaware of all the things that should make you worried or upset.
I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good.
I want to believe that anything is possible.
I want to be oblivious to the complexities of life and be overly excited by the little things again.
I want to live simple again. I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.
I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, mankind and making angels in the snow.
So . . . here's my checkbook and my car-keys, my credit card bills and my 401K statements. I am officially resigning from adulthood. And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause........
......"Tag! You're it."
Pass this to someone and brighten their day by helping them remember the Simple things in Life.