And as long as it's talking with you / talk of the weather will do
Another exciting weekend ahead.
I leave for Florida tomorrow evening.
Not a vacation, however.
Grandfather's memorial service.
This evening, my dad and I went to St. Paul for a tour of the Summit brewery.
It was through some sort of Grain and Feed sales alliance, free dinner included.
We get there, and find out, much to his surprise and my hysterical laughter, that the shindig isn't until next week.
Dinner.
Explained to my dad aspects of punk rock history while listening to The Current.
Watched In The Mood For Love.
A few exciting things are on the soon-rizon.
I might be moving to Nantucket for the rest of the summer and part of autumn
and
I have a job scoring tests for ACT.
127
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still
and freeze inside--his daughter won first prize--
his wife scowled over at him--
It seemed to be Hallowe'en.
His friend's death had been adjudged suicide,
which dangles a trail
longer than Henry's chill, longer than his loss
and longer than the letter that he wrote
that day to the window
to find out what the hell had happened thus.
All souls converge upon a hopeless mote
tonight, as though
the throngs of souls in hopeless pain rise up
to say they cannot care, to say they abide
whatever is to come.
My air is flung with souls which will not stop
and among them hangs a soul that has not died
and refuses to come home.
(John Berryman)
I leave for Florida tomorrow evening.
Not a vacation, however.
Grandfather's memorial service.
This evening, my dad and I went to St. Paul for a tour of the Summit brewery.
It was through some sort of Grain and Feed sales alliance, free dinner included.
We get there, and find out, much to his surprise and my hysterical laughter, that the shindig isn't until next week.
Dinner.
Explained to my dad aspects of punk rock history while listening to The Current.
Watched In The Mood For Love.
A few exciting things are on the soon-rizon.
I might be moving to Nantucket for the rest of the summer and part of autumn
and
I have a job scoring tests for ACT.
127
Again, his friend's death made the man sit still
and freeze inside--his daughter won first prize--
his wife scowled over at him--
It seemed to be Hallowe'en.
His friend's death had been adjudged suicide,
which dangles a trail
longer than Henry's chill, longer than his loss
and longer than the letter that he wrote
that day to the window
to find out what the hell had happened thus.
All souls converge upon a hopeless mote
tonight, as though
the throngs of souls in hopeless pain rise up
to say they cannot care, to say they abide
whatever is to come.
My air is flung with souls which will not stop
and among them hangs a soul that has not died
and refuses to come home.
(John Berryman)