Journal Journal: Flying Visit 4
Yep,
-MT.
Yep,
-MT.
To little birds, and to thee, beloved...
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old
may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it's sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young
and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there's never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smileÂ
-- E. E. Cummings
Cuimhním (I remember): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=54XztbNJ87g Croíthe le chéile.
Cuimhní: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n08JRxVLKLE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f3fHDt4xQFw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ko0VPinyKKY
Where's your mama gone?
My phone threw out this sequence on shuffle last night:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mY9FIepqKao
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EoipWH8T1JA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Ye8GLPUVsM
Hey! I am a finalist in the National Science Foundation's Visualization Challenge: Check it out and vote: Metabolomic Retina The full list of entries is here.
Every generation needs an intellectual hero... Ours was Steven P. Jobs
AT&T appears to be blocking inbound mail from gmail, or at least from the server that is sending my mail. I've had bounces from two sbcglobal.net addresses, but one to a yahoo.com address appears to have gone through with no problem.
Anyone else have this problem?
I remember the nights I watched as you lay sleeping
Your body gripped by some far away dream
Well I was so scared and so in love then
And so lost in all of you that I had seen
But no one ever talked in the darkness
No voice ever added fuel to the fire
No light ever shone in the doorway
Deep in the hollow of earthly desires
But if in some dream there was brightness
If in some memory some sort of sign
And flesh be revived in the shadows
Blessed our bodies would lay so entwined
And I will, oh I will not forget you
Nor will I ever let you go
I will, oh I will not forget you
I remember how you left in the morning at daybreak
So silent you stole from my bed
To go back to the one who possesses your soul
And I back to the life that I dread.
So I ran like the wind to the water
Please don't leave me again I cried
And I threw bitter tears at the ocean
But all that came back was the tide...
And I will, oh I will not forget you
Nor will I ever let you go
I will, oh I will not forget you
And I will, oh I will not forget you
Nor will I ever let you go
I will, oh I will not forget you
Ohhhhhhh...
I will, oh I will not forget you
Nor will I ever let you go
I will, oh I will not forget you
Nor will I ever let you go
I will, oh I will not forget you...
-- Sarah McLachlan
Cuimhneoidh mé ort go deo, a mhuirnín.
Where are you this moment -
only in my dreams.
You're missing, but you're always
a heartbeat from me.
I'm lost now without you,
I don't know where you are.
I keep watching, I keep hoping,
but time keeps us apart.
Is there a way I can find you,
is there a sign I should know,
is there a road I could follow
to bring you back home?
Winter lies before me
now you're so far away.
In the darkness of my dreaming
the light of you will stay.
If I could be close beside you,
if I could be where you are,
if I could reach out and touch you
and bring you back home.
Is there a way I can find you,
Is there a sign I should know,
Is there a road I can follow
to bring you back home to me?
-- Roma Ryan (as sung by
Eithne Patricia Ní Bhraonáin)
Tusa, is tusa amháin...
Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art --
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors --
No -- yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever -- or else swoon to death.
-- John Keats
Mó réalta geal, go deo...
Suggest you just sit there and wait till life gets easier.