you take her out into the rain
today was busy, and full, and I am tired, but I had biscuits and vegetable soup and I had made both of them, and that was very nice. and now I am going to do some dishes and sit and hopefully write and go to bed, while listening to BSG music and being completely and overwhelmingly in love with it, and missing Kara Thrace and Lee Adama and the Fighting Agathons and Tory-who-stayed-with-her-people and GAH. (omggg, you guys, the Adama family theme! it is like the embodiment of all the sad Scottish songs that I have sung, the last year my sister and I were in choir together, and in our last concert we sang to each other and I cried during Auld Lang Syne because my sister was horrible and LOOKED at me during the verse I'd told her reminds me of us so much and it is the ADAMAS, who are heartbreaking in every way, and also bent around Kara Thrace. GUYS. D:)
last night's SPN! a drunk Castiel is a COMPLETELY ADORABLE Castiel! also I'm fairly certain Castiel's "A poor example of an angel" line is when Dean made up his mind that he was going to go give up. and SPN, you just couldn't make even the single option he thought he still had work, could you? OH SHOW. it's all going to end bloody, isn't it. also? it was funnier in Enochian! HEEE. and SAM, oh Sammy! he is trying so so hard, and he doesn't know how to get through the shell his brother's made and he is trying to deal with drunk emo angels and his brother's hopelessness and not just completely despair himself and he is NOT A HAPPY CAMPER OKAY. (For the record: I really think God should probably have started running about two millenia ago to get away from the wrath Castiel and Sam are going to visit on him. SERIOUSLY.)
today's poem is by Richard Siken, who I love, and it starts out odd but you have to stick with it because it is absolutely amazing and it ends with a sucker punch that makes you want to re-read it again and again. The formatting is off, but you can see it in it's original formatting here as well.
Boot Theory by Richard Siken
A man walks into a bar and says:
Take my wife-please.
So you do.
You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her
and she leaves you and you’re desolate.
You’re on your back in your undershirt, a broken man
on an ugly bedspread, staring at the water stains
on the ceiling.
And you can hear the man in the apartment above you
taking off his shoes.
You hear the first boot hit the floor and you’re looking up,
you’re waiting
because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be
some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together
but here we are in the weeds again,
here we are
in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn’t make sense.
And then the second boot falls.
And then a third, a fourth, a fifth.
A man walks into a bar and says:
Take my wife-please.
But you take him instead.
You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich,
and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you
and he keeps kicking you.
You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don’t work.
Boots continue to fall to the floor
in the apartment above you.
You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.
Your co-workers ask
if everything’s okay and you tell them
you’re just tired.
And you’re trying to smile. And they’re trying to smile.
A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:
Make it a double.
A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:
Walk a mile in my shoes.
A man walks into a convenience store, still you, saying:
I only wanted something simple, something generic…
But the clerk tells you to buy something or get out.
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
but then he’s still left
with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
but then he’s still left with his hands.
last night's SPN! a drunk Castiel is a COMPLETELY ADORABLE Castiel! also I'm fairly certain Castiel's "A poor example of an angel" line is when Dean made up his mind that he was going to go give up. and SPN, you just couldn't make even the single option he thought he still had work, could you? OH SHOW. it's all going to end bloody, isn't it. also? it was funnier in Enochian! HEEE. and SAM, oh Sammy! he is trying so so hard, and he doesn't know how to get through the shell his brother's made and he is trying to deal with drunk emo angels and his brother's hopelessness and not just completely despair himself and he is NOT A HAPPY CAMPER OKAY. (For the record: I really think God should probably have started running about two millenia ago to get away from the wrath Castiel and Sam are going to visit on him. SERIOUSLY.)
today's poem is by Richard Siken, who I love, and it starts out odd but you have to stick with it because it is absolutely amazing and it ends with a sucker punch that makes you want to re-read it again and again. The formatting is off, but you can see it in it's original formatting here as well.
Boot Theory by Richard Siken
A man walks into a bar and says:
Take my wife-please.
So you do.
You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her
and she leaves you and you’re desolate.
You’re on your back in your undershirt, a broken man
on an ugly bedspread, staring at the water stains
on the ceiling.
And you can hear the man in the apartment above you
taking off his shoes.
You hear the first boot hit the floor and you’re looking up,
you’re waiting
because you thought it would follow, you thought there would be
some logic, perhaps, something to pull it all together
but here we are in the weeds again,
here we are
in the bowels of the thing: your world doesn’t make sense.
And then the second boot falls.
And then a third, a fourth, a fifth.
A man walks into a bar and says:
Take my wife-please.
But you take him instead.
You take him home, and you make him a cheese sandwich,
and you try to get his shoes off, but he kicks you
and he keeps kicking you.
You swallow a bottle of sleeping pills but they don’t work.
Boots continue to fall to the floor
in the apartment above you.
You go to work the next day pretending nothing happened.
Your co-workers ask
if everything’s okay and you tell them
you’re just tired.
And you’re trying to smile. And they’re trying to smile.
A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:
Make it a double.
A man walks into a bar, you this time, and says:
Walk a mile in my shoes.
A man walks into a convenience store, still you, saying:
I only wanted something simple, something generic…
But the clerk tells you to buy something or get out.
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river
but then he’s still left
with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away
but then he’s still left with his hands.