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The Harlot's House
Oscar Wilde
We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,
Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.'
But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
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*sigh* - what an amazing poem.
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I am nearly ready to move all of my shit into my new house. This is fantastic. I don't feel claustrophobic in my new house. I have space for all of my things to be out and arranged properly; books on bookshelves, music arranged in an easily accessible fashion, et cetera. No longer will I feel horribly frustrated because I can't find things. Nothing will be stuck in a box under my bed.
This is lovely. Also, my sound system will sound a million times better in a bigger room. I am living with 2 of my best friends, who are as laid back as me, which is not something I can say for my family. My parents are very stressed. My moving out will hopefully benefit them as well as myself. There will be more space in their house, for a start. Less money will have to be spent on phone bills and food.
Although life in my new house obviously will not always be peachy, there will be disagreements et al, but we are reasonable people, and it is a big house so we will not be in each other's faces all the time. This is all good. I have my own room, bed, shower, kitchen, bathroom, house. It it all mine for a year. This is really quite good. I can have a spliff in the bath. I have a double bed. This is all good.
I'm quite happy. The only problem I forsee is that I do not currently have a job anywhere near my house. In fact, I will be living in South Liverpool, and my job will be in North Liverpool. I can't keep my job and live in my house.
No money, no food.
Job for the week - find a job.
Currently listening to Miles Davis - Bitches Brew. It's chillin.
Aloha.
Oscar Wilde
We caught the tread of dancing feet,
We loitered down the moonlit street,
And stopped beneath the harlot's house.
Inside, above the din and fray,
We heard the loud musicians play
The 'Treues Liebes Herz' of Strauss.
Like strange mechanical grotesques,
Making fantastic arabesques,
The shadows raced across the blind.
We watched the ghostly dancers spin
To sound of horn and violin,
Like black leaves wheeling in the wind.
Like wire-pulled automatons,
Slim silhouetted skeletons
Went sidling through the slow quadrille,
Then took each other by the hand,
And danced a stately saraband;
Their laughter echoed thin and shrill.
Sometimes a clockwork puppet pressed
A phantom lover to her breast,
Sometimes they seemed to try to sing.
Sometimes a horrible marionette
Came out, and smoked its cigarette
Upon the steps like a live thing.
Then, turning to my love, I said,
'The dead are dancing with the dead,
The dust is whirling with the dust.'
But she--she heard the violin,
And left my side, and entered in:
Love passed into the house of lust.
Then suddenly the tune went false,
The dancers wearied of the waltz,
The shadows ceased to wheel and whirl.
And down the long and silent street,
The dawn, with silver-sandalled feet,
Crept like a frightened girl.
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*sigh* - what an amazing poem.
--------------------------------------------------
I am nearly ready to move all of my shit into my new house. This is fantastic. I don't feel claustrophobic in my new house. I have space for all of my things to be out and arranged properly; books on bookshelves, music arranged in an easily accessible fashion, et cetera. No longer will I feel horribly frustrated because I can't find things. Nothing will be stuck in a box under my bed.
This is lovely. Also, my sound system will sound a million times better in a bigger room. I am living with 2 of my best friends, who are as laid back as me, which is not something I can say for my family. My parents are very stressed. My moving out will hopefully benefit them as well as myself. There will be more space in their house, for a start. Less money will have to be spent on phone bills and food.
Although life in my new house obviously will not always be peachy, there will be disagreements et al, but we are reasonable people, and it is a big house so we will not be in each other's faces all the time. This is all good. I have my own room, bed, shower, kitchen, bathroom, house. It it all mine for a year. This is really quite good. I can have a spliff in the bath. I have a double bed. This is all good.
I'm quite happy. The only problem I forsee is that I do not currently have a job anywhere near my house. In fact, I will be living in South Liverpool, and my job will be in North Liverpool. I can't keep my job and live in my house.
No money, no food.
Job for the week - find a job.
Currently listening to Miles Davis - Bitches Brew. It's chillin.
Aloha.