wood, with a gift for burning
I hope everyone in Baltimore is staying safe.
I'm going to be so cranky about missing the first Rangers-Caps on Thursday because of Age of Ultron. I mean, I will enjoy the movie (I hope) but scheduling the game Thursday night is annoying.
I caught up on Jane the Virgin last night - did you know it won a Peabody? - and it is delightful as ever. Jane's breakdown when Alba put out the fire made me sob with her. Jesus. Poor Jane. I get that Rafael is going through his own shit, but I wish he'd been able to say that instead of telling her he didn't love her the way she loved him. Ouch. As always, though, the Villanueva women are the best thing about this show, followed closely by Rogelio, the Latin Lover Narrator, and Petra.
Those wrestling match-ups were hilarious. I'm very interested to see how this season winds up. The AV Club has some of the graphics from the episode in their review. This show, I swear.
And it looks like shit gets even realer on The Flash tonight. Hey, maybe everyone will lie to Iris again! Maybe Wells should just tell her, like Slade told Laurel on Arrow. It'd put us all out of this misery.
Today's poem:
Song
You're wondering if I'm lonely:
OK then, yes, I'm lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean.
You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely
If I'm lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawn's first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep
If I'm lonely
it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it's neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning
~Adrienne Rich
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I'm going to be so cranky about missing the first Rangers-Caps on Thursday because of Age of Ultron. I mean, I will enjoy the movie (I hope) but scheduling the game Thursday night is annoying.
I caught up on Jane the Virgin last night - did you know it won a Peabody? - and it is delightful as ever. Jane's breakdown when Alba put out the fire made me sob with her. Jesus. Poor Jane. I get that Rafael is going through his own shit, but I wish he'd been able to say that instead of telling her he didn't love her the way she loved him. Ouch. As always, though, the Villanueva women are the best thing about this show, followed closely by Rogelio, the Latin Lover Narrator, and Petra.
Those wrestling match-ups were hilarious. I'm very interested to see how this season winds up. The AV Club has some of the graphics from the episode in their review. This show, I swear.
And it looks like shit gets even realer on The Flash tonight. Hey, maybe everyone will lie to Iris again! Maybe Wells should just tell her, like Slade told Laurel on Arrow. It'd put us all out of this misery.
Today's poem:
Song
You're wondering if I'm lonely:
OK then, yes, I'm lonely
as a plane rides lonely and level
on its radio beam, aiming
across the Rockies
for the blue-strung aisles
of an airfield on the ocean.
You want to ask, am I lonely?
Well, of course, lonely
as a woman driving across country
day after day, leaving behind
mile after mile
little towns she might have stopped
and lived and died in, lonely
If I'm lonely
it must be the loneliness
of waking first, of breathing
dawn's first cold breath on the city
of being the one awake
in a house wrapped in sleep
If I'm lonely
it's with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
in the last red light of the year
that knows what it is, that knows it's neither
ice nor mud nor winter light
but wood, with a gift for burning
~Adrienne Rich
***
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people have commented there.