Knocks On A Door
Them. Me. Us. Again and again and again and I wonder if there's anyone left who doesn't want to break anything anymore. China cabinet all empty. Shattered dishes everywhere.
Silence is a kind of love, too.
She thought too much.
"The 60-year-old Taylor, who kicked his drug habit shortly after their marriage ended, lives in the Berkshires with his third wife and two young sons. Simon, 62, whose 20-year marriage to writer-businessman Jim Hart ended in divorce last year, lives in the house that Taylor built on a 40-acre spread in Martha's Vineyard full of flowers and animals.
Taylor does not keep in contact with his former wife and made no mention of their years together in his autobiographical "One Man Band" show released as a CD-DVD last year.
"I'm so erased, so erased," said Simon. "I don't think James has forgotten in any way. If he had forgotten, he wouldn't be behaving in the way he is."
Silence is a kind of love, too.
And it was. . .
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going directly to Heaven, we were all going directly the other way- in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on it being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.
Watch It Burn
Belief, like fear or superstition or religion, is founded in fantasy. The end of belief is the end. Or Holden missing one as he or she fell over the cliff. . . even though he is supposed to be the catcher in the rye. You can't catch everything. Accepting the miss, acknowledging the loss - and then finding the heart to believe again in time is the journey. Sometimes it feels all uphill because when memories are beautiful they can pierce. The key is to focus on forgetting. Some are harder to forget than others. . .here's to Skylar Grey, who wrote the lyrics to the song Eminen and Rhianna rap. I always find myself back to music; there is so much comfort in finding lyrics that tell a story you can't yet find the words to describe.
The heart is less alone if someone else has felt this way.
". . . and we fell back into the same patterns, same routine. . . you're the same as me."
And so it goes, the ebb and flow, the tide pulls back again and I am as I always was.
The heart is less alone if someone else has felt this way.
". . . and we fell back into the same patterns, same routine. . . you're the same as me."
And so it goes, the ebb and flow, the tide pulls back again and I am as I always was.
Lady Brett Ashley. . .Still
The Sun Also Rises
by Ernest Hemingway
I never make plans.
He's so damned nice and he's so awful. He's my sort of thing.
She was afraid of so many things.
What is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.
Love is hell on earth.
Don't get drunk. . . you don't have to.
Don't get drunk. . . you don't have to.
Iphigenia's Scar - A Poem About The Fall of The House of Atreus, And My Father
Yours is not a single farewell
Given ceremoniously at some famed port
No -
Yours is a series of departures
Fresh, raw, unprecedented
Bruising each tender day
With a stamp of rejection.
I am wading in a sea of memories
Haunted by every empty horizon
And the wail of the Sirens is deafening now -
Repeating over, and over, and over
It never was
It never was
It never was.
For Agamemnon the journey was worth the sacrifice
So he looked only ahead
Giving no acknowledgement to the victory that was already by his side
As she followed him up the mountain
Eyes shining, forever in love
Her father
Whole world centered on the careless hold of his hand
Which would soon let go
And come crashing down
Before she could utter the warning
That hollow winds would lead him
On a lifeless journey.
And now that you have sailed away
Home no longer exists
We are all lost at sea
Mere ghosts of our former selves
Interacting without meaning or consequence or thought
Slipping through days
Sinking into the night
Grasping for an occasional memory
That makes us real again, even for an instant
But even the memory is a betrayal.
I think I died right before you killed me
The knowledge of your betrayal was enough
So that the actual departure became a poorly attended funeral
That was quickly forgotten
In the glory of your victory.
Your name is etched in permanent marker
On anonymous boxes scattered throughout the house
Like an incantation repeated endlessly
Acknowledging your simultaneous departure and presence
In the hollow cavern that was once our home.
Outside the ivy we planted
Peeps hopefully into empty windows
And bleeds back into the earth.
I wish that those who say Iphigenia survived
Spoke true
That she broke free of her father’s shadow
And cursed the fateful hand before it cursed her.
Yet those who speak of her survival
Do so with downcast eyes
And faraway glances
At a sea that holds many secrets
Of journeys spurred on only after immense sacrifice.
I wish that those who say Iphigenia sailed away
Saw her launch her ship
On the eve of her father’s departure
Leaving him to miss her.
Yet those who speak of her escape
Can never quite recall the direction of her course
And avoid my endless questions
About a girl who forsake her father
Before he forsook her.
Ours is not an immortal epic for the ages
A song that will be sung and remembered
And revered -
Ours is not a legend that will survive the decades
Or even the years.
Ours is a single, broken chord
Stained with bitterness and regret
Trampled
Broken
Forgotten.
And so it became a cursed love
One that would be damaged beyond repair
And because it was a tale often told
It began to lose its meaning
And since no one could ever take the place of her father
Men no longer existed
And since she could neither forgive nor hate
The emptiness stretched onwards
Like a gaping hole.
Clytamnestra waited
Waited and remembered
Remembered and plotted
When the same winds that blew him from her
Blew him back again
She recalled the original departure with vivid clarity
Agamemnon returned in all his glory
Battleships returned and docked at victorious ports
The heart of the world beating in his palm
Fury of woman, anguish of mother
Clytamnestra’s bloody rage splattered on cold marble
Iphigenia avenged
But my mother weeps quietly.
She fought him all the way up the mountain
Cursed his decision and screamed for her mother
Invoked the gods to bring down their wrath
And begged them simultaneously to bring peace to her house.
In the last moments, though
When it was just father and daughter
Alone on the peak
She fought him no longer.
There are no living witnesses
But there are those who say
That in their final moments
There was only tenderness.
The House of Atreus was built on Iphigenia’s love for Agamemnon
And if Helen’s face turned the proud Greeks eastward to Troy
Then Iphigenia surely cast the first victorious sail
For even though it is said that the wisest goddess loved Greece best
It was the mortal child who ultimately lay willing at the alter
Assuring her father eternally favorable winds.
I dreamed last night that you came back to us
The sea tenderly washing you onto our shores
And all the battles and years of abandonment
Became the dream
So that all that was real
Was how the story began and not
How it has unfolded.
Awake, I search for our story
In distant myths and legends
Seeking answers
Always hoping that the stories will change
But they all end
How ours has now
The House of Atreus was glorious once, too.
My Favorite Moonlight Sonata
There's something about the moonlight that brings the unlikely together in a way that resonates so profoundly they're both left permanently altered.
July 12 Child Astrology Reading
The July 12 birth date comes under a considerable influence from the planet Mars, and this can result in a person who is likely to be one who has a great potential for leadership. There are however, certain confrontational aspects associated with Mars, and as result you would be wise to guard against your possible potential to show a lack of humility.
This birth date can be particularly influenced by the rhythms associated with the moon, and this can be expressed by variations in your moods. During your highs you can be highly expressive to those around you and will enthusiastically take part in the experiences of life. At other times, when feeling low, you are likely to withdraw away, and into yourself in order to seek quite and solitude.
Your periods of highs and lows are somewhat unpredictable, and you are quite capable of suddenly changing from one to the other to the confusion of those around you. People who are close to you however, will generally learn to just leave you with it when on one of your emotional lows, and to give you the time to reorganize yourself in your own time.
A characteristic associated with those born on the July 12 day is that of being able to sense, and to respond to potential in what might appear to be a game of chance. You have the ability to create, what to others, might seem to be the impossible. At your best, you have the ability to very quickly understand the ramifications existent in any set of circumstances. As result, you should seize upon the opportunities that you encounter.
You must seize the opportunities you identify and then act upon their potential. Some July 12 birthdays are located in relation to the fixed star of Castor, and in more ancient times it was believed that this influence related to the receipt of sudden honors, but followed by disgrace. Irrespective of any honors that arise in your life, you are one who has a serious and studios nature, with that ability to be able to share your abilities and talents in order to generate co-operative relationships among others.
The written word is important to you, and books in particular. High quality leather bound volumes are likely to be found in your bookcase cabinet. With your inherent interest in family and family history, books passed down through the family will be treasured possessions for you. Family mementos of all kinds are likely to be retained by the July 12 as emotional connections to your past. As a July 12, music can be an important factor in your life, and collections of music on tapes, vinyl records or modern discs will form a feature in your home. Dark blue and bright yellow are colors compatible with your July 12 birth date, and pearls, ruby and fire opal are gems that can help to inspire your sense of initiative. On the home front, the July 12 will appreciate a home design that infers an atmosphere of plenty of space.
You are likely to favor curved shape designs over those of the straight or angular within your home. As example, curved effect at the meeting of the walls to ceilings and well-shaped furniture designs, over that of clean-cut square effect. To maintain some association with your ruling planet, the moon, you might like to consider keeping some form of representation of the moon within the home. As example, this might take the form of a calendar depicting photos of the moon, or some other attractive framed picture or image mounted on a wall in the house.
On the outdoors front, most outdoor environments that involve some form of water setting will appeal to those of the July 12 birth date. As examples, beaches, lake lands, mountain streams or a park with a pond can provide of delight to you.
Your special magic numbers are 1 and 9. The twelfth day of the seventh month reduces to one, and the number one signifies that of beginnings, initiative, and originality. This number carries a singleness of purpose and a sense of unity.
Love Match: Cancer and Pisces are starry-eyed lovers, moved by the same mysterious moods and sensations. At the surface, these signs seem more sensitive and receptive than any other two signs. They are intuitive, at times perhaps even psychic, utterly aware of each other's feelings and wishes (and those of everybody else's, too). Naturally this is a blessing as well as a curse. It is safe to say that in the best of scenarios there is no romance more beautiful than that of Cancer and Pisces; giving, loving, highly compatible and completely merging together. But then again they may leech on each other, sucking all energy and emotion from the relationship and the partner. These two romantics could withdraw from the world into a messy, dysfunctional existence together, keeping nothing but a vague hope. What is needed is some airy or earthy influences that can ground the relationship in clear thought and some everyday reality.
Cancer is more likely to be the practical of the two - on the other hand, also more defensive and touchy. Cancer's need for safety provides them with direction and drive, while Pisces can daydream till the bitter end. Later, when Cancer finds themselves in one of their sombre moods, the wise and patient Piscean make them whole again through understanding and inner strength. Once awakened, the love and tenderness for the partner seldom disappear completely with Cancer and Pisces.
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