Acquainted with the Night
Once again I can't sleep. With all this stress I can't say I am surprised.
It was light tonight until nearly 10 PM, and now it is 3:30AM and it is getting light again. I love it and hate it. The summers are hot and short and the winters are cold and long.
My wine and whiskey drinking this evening has not even given me a pleasant buzz, let alone had the effect of knocking me out that I desired.
I just need a release of all this pent up anger, frustration and aggression. All this doubt and worry. I just want it all to work, and work well. I don't want this suffering anymore.
La luna piove, the moon rains down its
antibiotic light
Over the sad, septic world,
Hieroglyphs on the lawn, supplicant whispers
for the other side,
I am pure, I am pure, I am pure...
The soul is in the body as light is in the air,
Plotinus thought.
Well I wouldn't know about that, but
La luna piove, and shines out in every direction--
Under it all, disorder, above,
A handful of stars on one side, a handful on
the other.
Whatever afflictions we have, we have them
for good.
-The Appalachian Book of the Dead III, Charles Wright
And now, the birds are awake and singing...
It was light tonight until nearly 10 PM, and now it is 3:30AM and it is getting light again. I love it and hate it. The summers are hot and short and the winters are cold and long.
My wine and whiskey drinking this evening has not even given me a pleasant buzz, let alone had the effect of knocking me out that I desired.
I just need a release of all this pent up anger, frustration and aggression. All this doubt and worry. I just want it all to work, and work well. I don't want this suffering anymore.
La luna piove, the moon rains down its
antibiotic light
Over the sad, septic world,
Hieroglyphs on the lawn, supplicant whispers
for the other side,
I am pure, I am pure, I am pure...
The soul is in the body as light is in the air,
Plotinus thought.
Well I wouldn't know about that, but
La luna piove, and shines out in every direction--
Under it all, disorder, above,
A handful of stars on one side, a handful on
the other.
Whatever afflictions we have, we have them
for good.
-The Appalachian Book of the Dead III, Charles Wright
And now, the birds are awake and singing...