Monday, September 20

And I laugh...

Mr. T said in a serious tone of voice, “I’ve got something funny to tell”. So, I said, “I am ready to laugh”. And immediately he responded, “Well, wait to hear the news and then see if you can laugh”.

Anyway, the “funny” thing, according to my friend, is that, “Ahamdinejad’s wife and her female entourage are going to attend a private fashion show in New York, while her Husband-President is delivering one of his one-of-a-kind speeches to the UN General Assembly…and then there is the private dinner with the Clintons, and the rest of the team of peace-seekers…”

And I don’t know why, but I laugh, and I laugh very hard and laud.


Tuesday, September 7

I Am

I am-yet what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:--
I am the self-consumer of my woes;--
The rise and vanish in oblivion’s host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes:--
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise—
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems,
Even the dearest that I love the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.

I long for scenes where man hath never trod,
A place where woman never smiled or wept,
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled were I lie,
The grass below—above, the vaulted sky

By John Clare 1793-1864