February 16th, 2010

goat of the sea beef

the irish keep gatecrashing / it goes on and on and on and on and on my darling

a prince might build a summer palace at la grenadiere, but certainly it will always be the home of a poet's desire, and the sweetest of retreats for two young lovers--for this vintage house, which belongs to a substantial burgess of tours, has charms for every imagination, for the humblest and dullest as well as for the most impassioned and lofty. no one can dwell there without feeling that happiness is in the air, without a glimpse of all that is meant by a peaceful life without care or ambition. there is that in the the air and the sound of the river that sets you dreaming; the sands have a language, and are joyous or dreary, golden or wan; and the owner of the vineyard may sit motionless amid perennial flowers and tempting fruit, and feel all the stir of the world about him.

"four of them were electrocuted," i said, remembering.

"five, with becker." his nostrils turned to me in an interested way.

"i understand you're looking for a business gonnegtion."

the juxtaposition of these two remarks was startling. gatsby answered for me:

"oh, no," he exclaimed, "this isn't the man."

"no?" mr. wolfshiem seemed disappointed.

"this is just a friend. i told you we'd talk about that some other time."

"i beg your pardon," said mr. wolfshiem, "i had a wrong man."

he reached his lodgings for the most part at two - with his walk of a quarter of an hour. he would wait for the last quarter - he wouldn't stir till then; and he kept his watch there with his eyes on it, reflecting while he held it that this deliberate wait, a wait with an effort, which he recognised, would serve perfectly for the attestation he desired to make. it would prove his courage - unless indeed the latter might most be proved by his budging at last from his place. what he mainly felt now was that, since he hadn't originally scuttled, he had his dignities - which had never in his life seemed so many - all to preserve and to carry aloft. this was before him in truth as a physical image, an image almost worthy of an age of greater romance. that remark indeed glimmered for him only to glow the next instant with a finer light; since what age of romance, after all, could have matched either the state of his mind or, "objectively," as they said, the wonder of his situation? the only difference would have been that, brandishing his dignities over his head as in a parchment scroll, he might then - that is in the heroic time - have proceeded downstairs with a drawn sword in his other grasp.

in your public life...
words that embody your presence are "inspiration, serendipity."

words that embody things that may be a part of you are "brain, bubble, clock, decadence, faith, hope, mask, scarab, space."

in your private life...
words that embody your presence are "celebration, chameleon, consort, devotion, fiction, guitar, master, monster, pentacle, rapport, revenge, ripple, rodent, scholar, skunk, victim, vortex."

words that embody the people or things that you interact with are "alchemy, challenge, clown, guru, killer, lyric, silence, soul, touch, water, work."

the card at the top represents one possible mask of your true destination. four of pentacles (power): cleaving to earthly power in the desperate fear that it will be lost. making yourself an obstacle to progress due to lack of originality and a desperate fear of change. believing that security and identity are based primarily on the possession of material things. coveting things and people. living in a cloud of suspicion and prejudice. love in the nineties is paranoid.

your sky is full of dreams
but you don't know how to fly
i don't have a simple answer
but i know that i could answer
there's something better
  • Current Music
    wait for it
the light goes out

all of these quiet, battered voices

aren't yours. they contain pieces, but only you can say precisely what it is you want to say.
three live tracks from bythos in a row. including one i'd been singing in my head earlier in the day.

the card on the right represents manifestation - the real work involved in completing the project, and the form it will take upon culmination. this is the painting or touch of the undertaking.
eight of music (discontent), when reversed:
freedom from disappointment and dissatisfaction. the release of repressed emotions and distress. being unphased by circumstances. emotional stability in the face of challenge. serenity.
in the creative process: psychodrama and emotional torments can serve as imaginative stimulants. expressing and documenting what you feel can be artful as well as healing.


we've got little revolvers
and such stupid choices
and no one to say when we're dumb

i don't wanna bring you down


just a look at the light
and it burns out my eyes
'cause you know
there's little things about you
that sing in the silence
of
so much rejection
in every connection that's made

bootleg

they then found that the sawhorse had been badly dazed by the blow; for while the hard wooden knot of which his head was formed could not be crushed by the hammer, both his ears were broken off and he would be unable to hear a sound until some new ones were made for him.

cannot hear what you're saying
could i tell you so
and i can't leave my troubles
and i'm going home

lie and sleep
under deep
you know

while the cold winter waiting
while you stand there cold
all these things we were searching
now we just don't know

lie and sleep
under deep
i think you know

for the rhymes of an hour
now i'm going home
and i can't believe i'm nothing
'cause i'm coming down

lie and sleep
under deep
do you know?

instead of embarking, he filled his shot-pouch with parched corn, for provisions, and set off to cross the neck on foot and meet the boats in the afternoon at the opposite side of the bend. mr. hunt felt uneasy at his venturing thus alone, and reminded him that he was in an enemy's country; but mr. bradbury made light of the danger, and started off cheerily upon his ramble.


i have no wish to rail at fate
through the glory of life
i will scatter on the floor
disappointed and sore
and in my thoughts i have bled
for the riddles i've been fed
another lie moves over

this good he did, while thus he played his part,
his bands and troops at ease, and safe, retired;
yet coward dread lacks order, fear wants art,
deaf to attend, commanded or desired.

tuesday cxxxiii
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    good night, noises everywhere