Carpe Diem
Despite the heft and jitters that have been on me of late, I feel more peaceful today, almost ready to go adventuring or something, and I had a wonderful night yesterday, once again thanks to all the wonderful people that were there, which was completely a surprise considering the way that morning and afternoon went. A breath of fresh air.
I will be back in Baltimore in less than two day's time, I imagine, so for a while fresh air is going to be quite definitely out of the question, but Baltimore should know that I kid because I love it, well, reasonably like it, for all its sad and kind of rundown strangeness. And its definitely time to work again. I just wish I had more time to spend with people back home, but so does everyone, I imagine, and I can't be greedy. I guess the somewhat banal philosophical understanding of the morning, just this morning, mind you, with "what I had for breakfast and how I slept last night" factored in, is that one needs to enjoy and feel one's blessings while they are present, to truly see the present, and not continuously reach for future pleasures, to the point of addiction, desperation. A wonderful memory only lasts so long in being real, so why try to rush things, it only ends up souring it up. Yes, that's kind of a banal way of putting it. Someday I might find a more original and insightful way to say it, but I guess its not today.
But I have a Robert Frost poem that I really liked that I found in that book that I bought for so cheap at the Friends of the Library store. Its pretty beautiful, especially the last few lines.
CARPE DIEM
Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
he knew not whether homeward,
Or outward from the village,
Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,
He waited (they were strangers)
Till they were out of hearing
To bid them both be happy.
"Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure."
The age-long theme is Age's.
Twas Age imposed on poems
their gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
that overtaken lovers
From being overflooded
With happiness should have it
And yet not know they have it.
But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in present
Than in the future always,
Ans less in both together
than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing-
Too present to imagine.
Yep, deep stuff. Deep stuff.
Today I want to try and find something unexpected, but if that doesn't work then I am somewhat overdue on finishing up the play, and then there's the sad task of packing. And no need to hurry. The main problem that this country has is hurry. Just take a while and enjoy what you can.
"You never know if it'll be there tomorrow."
"Or a few hours from now."
- Two Young New York Ladies In Central Park One Very Pretty Afternoon.
I will be back in Baltimore in less than two day's time, I imagine, so for a while fresh air is going to be quite definitely out of the question, but Baltimore should know that I kid because I love it, well, reasonably like it, for all its sad and kind of rundown strangeness. And its definitely time to work again. I just wish I had more time to spend with people back home, but so does everyone, I imagine, and I can't be greedy. I guess the somewhat banal philosophical understanding of the morning, just this morning, mind you, with "what I had for breakfast and how I slept last night" factored in, is that one needs to enjoy and feel one's blessings while they are present, to truly see the present, and not continuously reach for future pleasures, to the point of addiction, desperation. A wonderful memory only lasts so long in being real, so why try to rush things, it only ends up souring it up. Yes, that's kind of a banal way of putting it. Someday I might find a more original and insightful way to say it, but I guess its not today.
But I have a Robert Frost poem that I really liked that I found in that book that I bought for so cheap at the Friends of the Library store. Its pretty beautiful, especially the last few lines.
CARPE DIEM
Age saw two quiet children
Go loving by at twilight,
he knew not whether homeward,
Or outward from the village,
Or (chimes were ringing) churchward,
He waited (they were strangers)
Till they were out of hearing
To bid them both be happy.
"Be happy, happy, happy,
And seize the day of pleasure."
The age-long theme is Age's.
Twas Age imposed on poems
their gather-roses burden
To warn against the danger
that overtaken lovers
From being overflooded
With happiness should have it
And yet not know they have it.
But bid life seize the present?
It lives less in present
Than in the future always,
Ans less in both together
than in the past. The present
Is too much for the senses,
Too crowding, too confusing-
Too present to imagine.
Yep, deep stuff. Deep stuff.
Today I want to try and find something unexpected, but if that doesn't work then I am somewhat overdue on finishing up the play, and then there's the sad task of packing. And no need to hurry. The main problem that this country has is hurry. Just take a while and enjoy what you can.
"You never know if it'll be there tomorrow."
"Or a few hours from now."
- Two Young New York Ladies In Central Park One Very Pretty Afternoon.