It's been prominent on my mind these past few months that we almost never get sufficient gratitude from where we invest our immense acts of kindness, nor do we get enough from those we expect so much from. Not that we always want something back when we give, but it seems to me that, a lot of times when I give somewhere, I get from another: an unexpected someone. This is a beautiful thing. It certainly encourages that we give without expecting anything from those we do so with; that we wait to be surprised by them that the Universe so chooses to give back to us, when it's our turn to be helped.
Working in a place that encouraged tipping, I was often surprised, and not often amused that the customers who demanded more than their money's worth, and who recieved far greater service than is the norm, were often those who demanded even more, left unsatisfied, and left the tip jar empty, or with a quarter or two. And those to whom I barely gave my full attention, were often thos…
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 …
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…