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It's a lovely song. There are a number of YT videos for it; they all seem, like this one, to be shot raggedly at concerts. But he sings best, IMO, raggedly at concerts, so that kind of works. What you miss from the intro (at least when I've seen him perform it) is him explaining that he wrote this as a wedding present for his wife. And that he learned to play piano to write it. :-)

I had hoped that the person who introduced me to Ellis Paul would be the person who was home to me. Sadly, that didn't happen, but I still hold out hope I will find that right person someday.

In the meantime, I weep at the beauty of Ellis's music.

Current Mood: sad but happy

An interesting article on relationships and love.

Thanks,

rubicat!

Current Mood: contemplative

It was three months ago last night that I first met

astrongteacher for drinks and dinner at Rosa Mexicano.

I can't believe how far we have come since then. We've courted and fallen in love. We've kissed and hugged. We've fought and made up. We've met each others' friends and (some of our) relatives. We've shared meals and chores, sunny mornings and dark and stormy nights. We've travelled (and failed to travel) together.My cats have accepted her as part of the clan, and vice versa. We've shared pipe-dreams and started making serious plans.

On the one hand, three months is no time at all. On the other hand, it feels as if we have known each other forever.

Good times.

Current Mood: happy

Two by Housman, another favourite of mine, with thanks to Martin Hardcastle for the transcription.

( one for spring )

( and one for sorrow )

Current Mood: tired

I've been falling behind on my poetry project. Work has that tiresome way of occasionally wanting you to, well, work. Cramps the artistic style, you know. Well, not as much as having no job does, for sure.

Anyway, here's a rather entertaining poem I encountered just this afternoon, casting about for something to include ( Read more... )

( and here's another )

( and one more )

Current Mood: busy

I'm a day behind, so I'll add this poem today, another by cummings which I had not read before until the I found the page where I found the little lame balloon man. (It's here, for those who would read more cummings.)

it may not always be so; and i say
that if your lips, which i have loved, should touch
another's, and your dear strong fingers clutch
his heart, as mine in time not far away;
if on another's face your sweet hair lay
in such a silence as i know, or such
great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

if this should be, i say if this should be--
you of my heart, send me a little word;
that i may go unto him, and take his hands,
saying, Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.

This one struck me particularly as it echoes some things I had been thinking about. I was listening to the soundtrack from Rushmore in the car yesterday, and on came Cat Stevens' song "Here Comes My Bay". I'd always thought it was a cheerful, joyful song, I think because I'd never listened very closely to the lyrics. Actually hearing them, and thinking about them, my feelings are much more mixed. To me, it, and this poem, are much more about accepting life as it is, without resentment or envy. Which is not always easy--I know that bird's song.

Current Mood: melancholy

For today, I just chose something that came to me when I thought "poem"? It's by William Butler Yeats

When You are Old

When you are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true;
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face.

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead,
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

I love Yeats' imagery (I can think of another poem of his I will have to use soon too). I'm not quite sure what to make of the reference to love having fled, though. Did the "one man" leave "you"--was love not strong enough? Or did he leave her by dying (hence the hiding among a crown of stars)? I like to think the latter--it's the romantic in me (as Captain Renault would say. :-)

Either way, as a romantic, I appreciate the idea of someone being loved by many for her beauty and grace, but being loved most and specially by the person who saw past what other people did.

Current Mood: thoughtful

One of the Globetrotter's posts from Paris introduced me to a lovely (IMO) custom that I had never heard of.

love padlocks

Current Mood: contemplative

The Five Love Languages

My primary love language is probably
Physical Touch
with a secondary love language being
Quality Time.

Complete set of results

Physical Touch:		11
Quality Time:		8
Words of Affirmation:		7
Acts of Service:		3
Receiving Gifts:		1

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Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.

Take the quiz

Current Mood: chipper

Dar Williams, "February" ( Lyrics" )

I've always found it a very evocative song.

Current Mood: look, a crocus!

1. Peter Crouch is a stick insect. An incredibnly talented stick insect, granted. Or may be's a starfish.

2. Running across some emails from a former lover from back when you both still loved each other and were kidding each other about it sucks. Not that I won't probably print them out and keep them, but it still sucks.

Special Bonus Factoid: People who operate heavy, loud machinery before A Decent Hour (say, 10.00 :-) should be ganched.

Current Mood: tired

...that I LOVE my cats? They have been such snuggle-bunnies lately, even Gilbert.

My cats are super! :-)

Current Mood: happy

I don't often remember dreams, and I journal about them even less often (mostly because I can't imagine how anyone would want to read my blither about only half or a third of a dream), but I seem to have had a nice one last night from which I woke quite peacefully this morning about an hour before my alarm clock went (I promptly threw the cats out of the bedroom and went to sleep for another hour :-).

I don't recall most of the dream, but I had a nice GF in it. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous and it wasn't an X-rated dream or anything. But she was a really nice person, we were very fond of each other, and there was lots of hugging and just generally hanging out and enjoying being with each other. She was a good bit shorter than I and had a shock of snow-white hair. It was nice just being around someone who loved me in a quiet, relaxed, friendly way. Even if only in a dream.

I realise I'm pretty much screwed in the finding-a-GF department for the next little while, but a guy can dream. And apparently that's literally true.

Current Mood: nostalgic

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"I have been but little in," said Ninian hastily...

..."and you [sleeping] there like a winter badger."

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The Five Love Languages

Complete set of results

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