Holyfuck. There's nothing to do but offer a traditional fever dream song, my favorite Dream Song (forgive me, friends, this is the first time I've ever used the same line from a poem to title a post twice, but it's my fever), then another traditional fever dream song in tribute to serendipity, and then go back to sleep. Be back when.
DREAM SONG 14
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.
After all, the sky flashes, the great sea yearns,
we ourselves flash and yearn,
and moreover my mother told me as a boy
(repeatingly) ‘Ever to confess you’re bored
means you have no
Inner Resources.’ I conclude now I have no
inner resources, because I am heavy bored.
Peoples bore me,
literature bores me, especially great literature,
Henry bores me, with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles,
who loves people and valiant art, which bores me.
And the tranquil hills, & gin, look like a drag
and somehow a dog
has taken itself & its tail considerably away
into mountains or sea or sky, leaving
behind: me, wag.
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece of rigid satin cloth-- Assorted characters of death and blight Mixed ready to begin the morning right, Like the ingredients of a witches' broth-- A snow-drop spider, a flower like a froth, And dead wings carried like a paper kite. What had that flower to do with being white, The wayside blue and innocent heal-all? What brought the kindred spider to that height, Then steered the white moth thither in the night? What but design of darkness to appall?-- If design govern in a thing so small.
A libation poured, that you may feel better. Or not, if you prefer this fever's febrile inspiration.ReplyDelete
I hate hitting the Blantons before 9:30 AM, but if that's what it takes....ReplyDelete
Gracias for the link-ola.
Rest up yo, feel better.ReplyDelete
Thanks, friends. And Then the Lightning Will, thanks for kiwibump.ReplyDelete
All those kids ought to scare you right back into good health.ReplyDelete
Be well. Write febrile poetry. Or belch, fart, & spew. However the spirit moves.ReplyDelete
Oh, & don't breathe near Planet or Earthgirl. The Kind, dontchaknow.
I got it from *them.* I'm always a week behind. They're going out with friends tonight.ReplyDelete