Pondering what to wear to school, I saw Chandra in her overalls and thought that was a great answer. Love this overalls; had a pair in khaki too, but it got awfully stained and I had to say farewell... I've had them forever...or almost forever -- so many memories. See my sweet and fun new necklace from An Astrid Endeavor. I love that it is not fixed into place and I can therefore play with it and wear it anyhow I wish. In the last photo, my new school bag - which I absolutely adore, sits on top of my head. I stumbled upon her in Marshalls for $24.99 ^_^
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
This poem of John Clare's is quite exquisite. It is and it is not and it says just so and explains just so. As is often the case, the complication and resolution of the poem reside in its title, which is the same …
Il est midi, tout est tout noir
et soudain rouge de temps en temps
Au coin d’une rue qu’existe plus
la mort se promène comme chez elle.
Moi j’m’en fous, j’attends l’arc-en-ciel
et l’arc-en-ciel, c’est mon amant
L’amour se cache n’importe où
l’amour se trouve n’importe quand
l'amour se fait n’importe comment
l’amour est plus jeune que la mort
même s’ils ont vu le jour en même temps
Au coin d’une rue qu’existe plus
qui vient de partir à l’instant
la mort fait la retape, le ruban.
Moi j’m’en fous, j’attends mon amant
Je suis sûre qu’aujourd’hui, pour elle
ça sera sûrement pas un client.
At the Corner of a Street
(Trans. J. A. Odartey)
It is noon, all is all black
and now and then suddenly red
At the corner of a livelier street
death walks about as if at home.
I don’t give a damn, I’m waiting for the rainbow
The rainbow is my lover
Love that covers anywhere
love found anytime
love made any which way*
love younger than death
though both sa…
Let's do music today. First things first, Pharrell Williams is hot. Now that that is over with, onward to less important things; a review of his new music, "Freedom." I cannot get enough of it...at least for now. "Happy" introduced me to Williams. Prior to that song I cannot recall knowing of him. The dude is smart. I thought "Happy," might have been a coincidence but now I know it is not. He knows his audience and serves them well by delivering melodic chants of the things we all desire and strive for. Who does not want to be happy or free? See, dude is cool and that is why his new song is on reeeeepeat!
The lyrics are beautifully spiked with poetry. I have copied the whole thing for you below. As mentioned above, the song has been on repeat and as I was being swayed by the wonderful beats and chants of "Freedom,"––head nodding and bobbing; hands shooting into the air; feet tapping tapping tapping away––I could not help but wonder what fr…