The universe seems cramped to you and me.

Apr 14, 2005 15:52

what a sucky day, and it's terrible, because it's so beautiful out. I guess it's my brothers gift or something. if it was crappy out, i think my parents would break down, they're doing ok surprisingly as of right now. i don' t know. just lately have been thinking about a lot of things. religion comes to mind, and how much it has changed, i don't know. crappy example. but it changed for me i guess. it's nice talking to matt about this, he helps everytime i talk to him. fuck capitalizing the "i", who has time for that? recording saturday, and then thank god for sunday. i'm leaving on my own down to florida. it'll be such a reliefe being free of everything for at least an hour and a half in charlotte north carolina. for that one layover, i'm completely shut out from everything i know. just to get a taste of it. not that i want it, it's just going to be a nice experience. virtually alone. solitude. as my uncle phil put it, the airport is just great to observe people. it'll be nice. oh yeah, the whole florida nice weather beautiful beach thing's ok too. part of my wants to stay and spend time with people, but i really want to be down there with my cousins. i don't know. i'm really excited about recording though. i mean, we are good...right? if we think we are, i don't think anything else matters. i found a poem that's nice by robert frost, i know i like the title.

THE BEAR

The bear puts both arms around the tree above her
And draws it down as if it were a lover
And its choke cherries lips to kiss good-bye,
Then lets it snap back upright in the sky.
Her next step rocks a boulder on the wall
(She's making her cross-country in the fall).
Her great weight creaks the barbed-wire in its staples
As she flings over and off down through the maples,
Leaving on one wire moth a lock of hair.
Such is the uncaged progress of the bear.
The world has room to make a bear feel free;
The universe seems cramped to you and me.
Man acts more like the poor bear in a cage
That all day fights a nervous inward rage
His mood rejecting all his mind suggests.
He paces back and forth and never rests
The me-nail click and shuffle of his feet,
The telescope at one end of his beat
And at the other end the microscope,
Two instruments of nearly equal hope,
And in conjunction giving quite a spread.
Or if he rests from scientific tread,
'Tis only to sit back and sway his head
Through ninety odd degrees of arc, it seems,
Between two metaphysical extremes.
He sits back on his fundamental butt
With lifted snout and eyes (if any) shut,
(lie almost looks religious but he's not),
And back and forth he sways from cheek to cheek,
At one extreme agreeing with one Greek
At the other agreeing with another Greek
Which may be thought, but only so to speak.
A baggy figure, equally pathetic
When sedentary and when peripatetic.

so i'll choose that one for the project. people did perk me up today though, and i thank them for it. so i guess that's it? or is it? maybe? i'll just be thinking about what i should do in the mean time. thinking and thinking and thinking. i've been listening to fall of troy over and over, i'm still not sick of it. crazynesss. well, i just can't wait for tomorrows school day to end. i'll be alright then...
maybe...juuuust maaaaaaaybe?

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A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around.

So look see the days
The endless coloured ways
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

And now we rise
And we are everywhere
And now we rise from the ground
And see she flies
And she is everywhere
See she flies all around

So look see the sights
The endless summer nights
And go play the game that you learnt
From the morning.

^if i ever made a movie to my life, this would be playing at the credits. k bye.

r.i.p. daniel belisle 4. 14. 05.
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