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Inspiration

Fri, 13 Apr 2007 14:23:08 GMT

     When I am dead my dearest,
          Sing no sad songs for me;
     Plant thou no roses at my head,
          Nor shady cypress tree:
     Be the green grass above me
          With showers and dewdrops wet;
     And if thou wilt, remember,
          And if thou wilt, forget.

     I shall not see the shadows,
          I shall not feel the rain;
     I shall not hear the nightengale
          Sing on, as if in pain:
     And dreaming through the twilight
          That doth not rise nor set,
     Haply* I may remember,
          And haply may forget.

"Song" (1848)
Christina Rossetti

haply - perhaps

Wide Open Spaces

Thu, 26 Oct 2006 03:13:39 GMT

Wide Open Spaces
(The Dixie Chicks)
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home who's never struck out
To find a dream and a life of their own
A place in the clouds a foundation of stone

Many precede and many will follow
A young girl's dreams no longer hollow
It takes the shape of a place out West
But what it holds for her she hasn't yet guessed

She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows they're high stakes

She traveled this road as a child
Wide-eyed and grinning she never tired
But now she won't be coming back with the rest
If these are life's lessons, she'll take the test

She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows they're high stakes

As her folks drive away her dad yells, "Check the oil!"
Mom stares out the window and says
"I'm leaving my girl."
She said, "It didn't seem like that long ago
When she stood there and let her own folks know"

She needed wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needed new faces
She knows they're high stakes

Thursday, September 28, 2006

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 01:59:40 GMT

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,

For they in thee a thousand errors note;

But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,

Who in despite of view is pleased to dote;

Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,

Nor tender feeling, to base touches prone,

Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited

To any sensual feast with thee alone:

But my five wits nor my five senses can

Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,

Who leaves unsway'd the likeness of a man,

Thy proud hearts slave and vassal wretch to be:

Only my plague thus far I count my gain,

That she that makes me sin awards me pain.

Ah Shakespeare..... and Heath Ledger.....and 10 Things I Hate About You.
Okay, so yes, its totally where I first heard this sonnet and maybe it's pathetic, chick-flick-y and teeny-bop-y but I dont care.Its a beautiful sonnet and its a beautiful movie... or maybe it's just Heath thats beautiful.
I don't think I would ever name my kid Heath, not unless I knew -without a doubt- that he would be dashingly good looking. Because you can't tease a beautiful person. Well... you can but you wouldn't because they're beautiful. Plain and simple, the horrible facts of the world.
Ok, well I don't know what I wanted to say about this. Basically that its beautiful and it sends a nice message. That even though someone isn't beautiful doesn't mean they can't be attractive to someone. Thats a happy thing. Looks aren't everything. What a great message! Its a good try, good ol' Shakespeare, saying what needs to be said.
Okay, so I've lost all track of what I was going to say. Choo choo! Hear that? Thats the train that I should be on with my thoughts......but I'm not.
That's all I have to say at the moment.
Beam me up!