Afternoon
My left calf cramped up and I’m hobbling around the condo today. Managed to get a lot of writing done and finish off another Moleskine. I completed many Tanka and I’m still playing around with the Villanelle form. (Below) Everyone here is starting their transition into fall. Even the tops of trees have started and the vineyards have already bottled the summer.
Movie selection isn’t all that great now. Though, I might go see Judge Dredd tomorrow just to get out. I picked up “Hidden Fortress” which was directed by Akira Kurosawa. If you wondered about what inspired the creation of R2D2 and C3PO, then this is a must see.
I haven’t been in the kitchen in a long time. Which is surprising since the place is only 900 square feet. I should probably do something about it.
Living in the Fire of an Iron Age
Lost are the days of golden ideal
No one left but us to blame
In the era of iron and steel
Gone are the prosperous deals
No more precious art with gilded frame
Lost are the days of golden ideal
We must burn ourselves so that we might heal
And destroy our faults in logos’ flame
In the era of iron and steel
Sweep the ash and release the real
If not repair and wonton mind tame
Lost are the days of golden ideal
Nothing left of our souls to conceal
From the forge, the best can be reclaimed
In the era of iron and steel
Tie fast the ego and have that last meal
Forget the gods and the hall of fame
Fold in the knowledge and strength of this ordeal
In the era of iron and steel
Movie selection isn’t all that great now. Though, I might go see Judge Dredd tomorrow just to get out. I picked up “Hidden Fortress” which was directed by Akira Kurosawa. If you wondered about what inspired the creation of R2D2 and C3PO, then this is a must see.
I haven’t been in the kitchen in a long time. Which is surprising since the place is only 900 square feet. I should probably do something about it.
Living in the Fire of an Iron Age
Lost are the days of golden ideal
No one left but us to blame
In the era of iron and steel
Gone are the prosperous deals
No more precious art with gilded frame
Lost are the days of golden ideal
We must burn ourselves so that we might heal
And destroy our faults in logos’ flame
In the era of iron and steel
Sweep the ash and release the real
If not repair and wonton mind tame
Lost are the days of golden ideal
Nothing left of our souls to conceal
From the forge, the best can be reclaimed
In the era of iron and steel
Tie fast the ego and have that last meal
Forget the gods and the hall of fame
Fold in the knowledge and strength of this ordeal
In the era of iron and steel