Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Sunday, September 5, 2010

WTF?

I wake up at 4 in the morning.  Probably because I sneak off to sleep at 2 in the afternoon.  It's no way to live, but it's close to rounding out at the right hours.  Soon enough.

What bothers me this morning is that I feel my people, these Americans, and much of the "developed" world, live for movies.  They get their thrills, their kicks, their drama in movies.  Ok, I say, there was theatre before this, and fine.  Am I too old to find persons who want to take on dreams and great adventure?  No, I'm sure.  Boxer and younger men still have that appetite.  I'm just moneyless and have been boxed up in Philadelphia until I meet whatever it is I have to, to learn and achieve whatever it is that life has prescribed to me, before I can take on an adventure.

Boxer, I wish we had crossed Algeria.  I just wished that you didn't have Billy Idol style blonde hair.  Fuck the State Department.

1 comment:

  1. … Come, my friends,
    'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

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