Today's Copyright Infringement, et al
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
-- e. e. cummings
That was my daily copyright infringement. Yey!
In other goings-ons... I did my first solo Peace Corps recruitment tabling event, and have to admit it was actually fun. So many people not yet jaded (whatever the fuck you think that means, Jende, either definition applies!), there was such an energy in most people. Some people even came back to thank me afterwards for exposing them to this opportunity. Staggars the imagination! Tim snapped a photo of me doing me thing... Good times. For all those of you who think I sold out... well, you're gunna just need to figure that shit out for yourself! In addition to "Mystery Job X", I am totally going to apply for JET.
What else is going on... Irish session music class starting up Monday, fucking rad.
Oh, and our pipes are no longer bubbling up human SHIT into our front yard. I love the fact that I just made that statement in earnest. Fucking rad.
somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose
or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
-- e. e. cummings
That was my daily copyright infringement. Yey!
In other goings-ons... I did my first solo Peace Corps recruitment tabling event, and have to admit it was actually fun. So many people not yet jaded (whatever the fuck you think that means, Jende, either definition applies!), there was such an energy in most people. Some people even came back to thank me afterwards for exposing them to this opportunity. Staggars the imagination! Tim snapped a photo of me doing me thing... Good times. For all those of you who think I sold out... well, you're gunna just need to figure that shit out for yourself! In addition to "Mystery Job X", I am totally going to apply for JET.
What else is going on... Irish session music class starting up Monday, fucking rad.
Oh, and our pipes are no longer bubbling up human SHIT into our front yard. I love the fact that I just made that statement in earnest. Fucking rad.