What a week.

I am not doing well. I don’t know when I will start to. My goal for the day is to wash the dishes from breakfast with the friend who committed…it…did…it…um….yeah. Wash our dishes from breakfast Sunday…two hours before it all went down…I want to take the frying pan and nail it to the Temple.

Anyways. I stayed late to work on the bulletin, and wanted to share the quote from the front,

“We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.”

-Ray Bradbury

 And the Tennyson his brother will read:

The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:

The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep

Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,

‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.

Push off, and sitting well in order smite

The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds

To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths

Of all the western stars, until I die.

It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:

It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,

And see the great Achilles, whom we knew

Though much is taken, much abides; and though

We are not now that strength which in old days

Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are;

One equal temper of heroic hearts,

Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

and one of the songs we will play

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4 Responses to “What a week.”

  1. N Says:

    I keep trying to write something. I’m so sorry for your loss. so brutal and so final.

  2. Joshua Says:

    I want to take the frying pan and nail it to the Temple

    Many of the random ideas that pop into my head and out my mouth, and then I discard them, are actually the exact thing I need to do. You should seriously consider actually doing exactly what you wrote here. Take the frying pan. Nail it to the temple. Take the whole thing very fucking seriously.

  3. Joshua Says:

    Well, actually, you can’t nail a frying pan to a temple because of LNT, but maybe some variant on that.

  4. Michele Says:

    Yeah…I thought it’d be something, hanging there all covered in bacon grease…and sorrow.

    I am going to write something….get it all out of my head and let that burn. I am going to have to write very, very small…pretty sure they didn’t want the Temple wall-papered.

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