occassionally glancing up through the rain
Dear Ashley:
Things here are awesome. In fact, they are so awesome that everyone is coming back. Reel Big Fish will be here, and some amazing people are coming home from their far away lands to stay. Everyone will eat Bear Tree pizza, dress as pirates and have a grand time. (They should be having a grand time. After all, everything here is sacred.) Sadly, you will be missing out on all of the fun things and all of the love and all of the optimism, because you have chosen to leave me for a place with an evil admissions desk.
Good Luck with that,
Laramie
Stupid email. Stupid pretending to be friends. Stupid feck. Stupid me. "much overdue" but "still inconclusive," he says. "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw," say I. It was a stupid New Year's resolution anyway. I know they always get broken. Just as surely as I know my life is one great big "Ashley, I love you. But you're just not good enough." And yet; I believe that Icarus wasn't failing as he flew, only coming to an end of his triumph...
"Failing and Flying"- Jack Gilbert
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.
Things here are awesome. In fact, they are so awesome that everyone is coming back. Reel Big Fish will be here, and some amazing people are coming home from their far away lands to stay. Everyone will eat Bear Tree pizza, dress as pirates and have a grand time. (They should be having a grand time. After all, everything here is sacred.) Sadly, you will be missing out on all of the fun things and all of the love and all of the optimism, because you have chosen to leave me for a place with an evil admissions desk.
Good Luck with that,
Laramie
Stupid email. Stupid pretending to be friends. Stupid feck. Stupid me. "much overdue" but "still inconclusive," he says. "Fuck me gently with a chainsaw," say I. It was a stupid New Year's resolution anyway. I know they always get broken. Just as surely as I know my life is one great big "Ashley, I love you. But you're just not good enough." And yet; I believe that Icarus wasn't failing as he flew, only coming to an end of his triumph...
"Failing and Flying"- Jack Gilbert
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It's the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.