The finest day that I’ve ever had
Was when I learned to cry on command
Later in my twenties I felt like I understood this lyric. It reminds me of the day that the profound sadness that permeated everything on the surface was not what I was supposed to be feeling.
That didn’t make it less comfortable, though. You can hear about that in Frances Farmer two (?) records later.
Good feeling
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
Dear lady there’s so many things
That I have come to fear
Little voice says I’m going crazy
To see all my worlds disappear
Vague sketch of a fantasy
Laughing at the sunrise
Like he’s been up all night
Ooh slippin’ and slidin’
What a good time but now
Have have to find a bed
That can take this wait
Good feeling
Won’t you say stay with me just a little longer
It always seems like your leaving
When I know the other one
Just a little too well
Oh dear lady
Won’t you stay with me just a little longer
Why does it always seems like your leaving
When I need you here just a little longer
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— Christopher Soghoian (@csoghoian) March 20, 2016
Well when I go to Panera I don’t tell you because I know you’d worry about the sodium.
I always tell you about the sex I have in their parking lot.
— My wife, ladies and gentlemen.
My life would be so much better if we used System Center Service Manager.
No-one Ever
“All cats are libertarians. Completely dependent on others, but fully convinced of their own independence.”
I don’t normally play what-if games, or look down the road not chosen, or dwell on what could have been different. But I can’t let go of this one: I almost died.
Liz Lundberg’s I’m Crying Already: Managing Affect | Affect & Inquiry
(reposted on Liz Lundberg’s blog)
Taibbi pauses at the top of the steps of the Fulton Street subway station. “Big companies like Goldman Sachs have billions to spend on their own publicity. They don’t need us to do that for them. And everyone else in this world does need us to do that for them,” he says, waving good-bye. “I think about that a lot.”
Raging Against Hacks With Matt Taibbi — Daily Intelligencer
my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recentwar could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fightingfor,
my sisterisabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmersetcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that
i would die etcetera
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile myself etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud etcetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your
Etcetera)
ee cummings
little tree
little silent Christmas tree
you are so little
you are more like a flower
who found you in the green forest
and were you very sorry to come away?
see i will comfort you
because you smell so sweetly
i will kiss your cool bark
and hug you safe and tight
just as your mother would,
only don’t be afraid
look the spangles
that sleep all the year in a dark box
dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine,
the balls the chains red and gold the fluffy threads,
put up your little arms
and i’ll give them all to you to hold
every finger shall have its ring
and there won’t be a single place dark or unhappy
then when you’re quite dressed
you’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
and how they’ll stare!
oh but you’ll be very proud
and my little sister and i will take hands
and looking up at our beautiful tree
we’ll dance and sing
“Noel Noel”ee cummings
“little tree” was originally published in The Dial Vol. LXVIII, No. 1 (Jan. 1920)