tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post7887609206814560226..comments2023-12-24T09:46:52.681-08:00Comments on Carnivale Selah: I Got Away with It!cafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-40852051809216551422020-02-02T05:21:39.940-08:002020-02-02T05:21:39.940-08:00Maybe a therapist or drama class. Peapod will del...<br /><br />Maybe a therapist or drama class. Peapod will deliver groceries. *heart*<br /><br /> <br />I LOOK into my glass, <br /> And view my wasting skin, <br />And say, “Would God it came to pass <br /> My heart had shrunk as thin!” <br /> <br />For then, I, undistrest 5<br /> By hearts grown cold to me, <br />Could lonely wait my endless rest <br /> With equanimity. <br /> <br />But Time, to make me grieve, <br /> Part steals, lets part abide; <br />And shakes this fragile frame at eve <br /> With throbbings of noontide.<br /><br />The End<br /><br />analysis hmmmm. <br /><br /><br />".......The implication, of course, is that the speaker’s romantic leanings are those of a young man, even though the speaker himself is now old. The heart that beats in his aged chest is that of a young man still capable of feeling love, romantic longing, and infatuation (Hardy himself was known for his infatuations with younger women, well into late middle age; he was in his later fifties when he wrote ‘I Look into my Glass’).<br /><br />I dunno dude. I've been visiting here for ages. I'm a faraway friend - trying daily to nudge you away from some despair. Help you see the Light, even just a little. <br /><br />Get a job. I'm sure you can find something part time that would be great fodder for photos and writing. Lisa Nickersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748824411772434531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-78762396426159198062020-02-02T03:25:16.254-08:002020-02-02T03:25:16.254-08:00What do you expect from me, some middle-class cons...What do you expect from me, some middle-class consistency? <br /><br />I am standing on a platform as big as my feet. All around me is the void. I am naked and cold, and I have no food or water. What should I do?<br /><br />Remember me saying that back when, too?<br /><br />It doesn't seem as metaphorical to me right now. cafe selavyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2609424440381386554.post-54205930617572357532020-02-01T04:15:59.004-08:002020-02-01T04:15:59.004-08:00
I swear I remember reading you way back when whi...<br /><br />I swear I remember reading you way back when whining about having to go to the factory - and wanting free time to go around and photograph things. <br /><br />Is that true? <br /><br />Lisa Nickersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748824411772434531noreply@blogger.com