Since it's raining toads outside in freaky little hot squall, I'm trapped inside (sometimes this time of night we sit in the dark on our back patio swatting skeeters, sipping drinks and enjoying the sound of silence). So, i found some Emily Dickinson poetry to make you laugh or cry depending on your mood.
"The Mystery of Pain."
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
(Someone should have taken this woman out more often...way too much time spent at her parent's estate staring out that window at the apple orchards..loving the local preacher man from afar the story goes...)
"In Vain." - portion of it.
I cannot live with you,
It would be life,
And life is over there
Behind the shelf
OK- that is way too depressing. Speaking of that, there's a doc on Fuse or something right now about Nirvana, and how the title "Smells Like Teen Spirit" came about. One of the original girls from Bikini Kill (old school WA band...circa grunge era) were hanging out with Dave Grohl and Kurt in their Olympia WA apt, and wrote that on his wall poking fun at his sexual/romantic attempts with one of her pals...referring to a body odor spray. AHEM>??
He didn't get that meaning, but rather thought it was a great "anthem" lyric,,,, and history was made.
There you go, your history lesson for the day.
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