I have no idea what to blog about tonight. It's been awhile since I've blogged and I feel I should so I'll just wing it. I do feel a bit more restraint on what I can blog about since I've invited more people to read it. It's not just random strangers, no more aninimity. Oh well. There's still plenty to talk about. My tattoo is nearly healed, for one, and I'm still really happy with it. I'm glad I did it and wished I had done it sooner. Um... what else? The whole "not smoking" thing is going horribly wrong... I made it about two weeks. Maybe next time.
Another birthday has come and gone... 33 now and I don't feel a day over 22. Huh, this is turning out to be a boring blog, sorry. How 'bout one of my favorite poems. This one was written by someone else although I don't know who. I found it snooping through my brother's old love letters some time around 1988. Who ever gave it to him signed the poem "still waters run deep and baby I'm gonna drown you". I just put by anon at the bottom.
The Same Difference
Men want to go to bed
with women, and
Women want to wake up
With men
You see
Lovers are born too
Just like regular people
Except that
Women are girls first
And
Men become boys
It happens early on
Little girls will always
Touch you
If you love them
And
Little boys will always
Love you
If you touch them
It's the same difference
by anon
Another favorite poem written by someone else is "Richard Cory" by Edwin Arlington Robinson. He liked writing portrait poems about fictional people from a fictional town he made up. There is a series of people he wrote poems about including Richard Cory, and this one is my favorite. When you read it, you have to keep in mind Mr. Robinson lived a long time ago when things like a man glittering meant he was clean, rich and probably didn't "work" for a living... not that he was gay. I can't remember if Edwin Robinson wrote in the late 1800's or the early 1900's but if you are interested, you can google him.
Richard Cory
Whenever Richard Cory went down town,
We people on the pavement looked at him:
He was gentleman from sole to crown,
Clean favored and imperially slim.
And he was always quietly arrayed,
And he was always human when he talked;
But still he fluttered pulses when he said, "Good Morning,"
And he glittered when he walked.
And he was rich, yes richer than a king
And admirably schooled in every grace:
In fine, we thought that he was everything
To make us wish that we were in his place.
So on we worked and waited for the light,
And went without meat and cursed the bread;
And Richard Cory one calm summer night,
Went home and put a bullet through his head.
by Edwin Arlington Robinson
I guess that's it. My current couch surfer is asleep behind me with Pirates of the Carabbean playing on the tv so I'm a little distracted. Here's a random odd fact, I've had two couch surfers ever. The last one was around 1996 and now another. The odd part is that both of them are named Christopher. What are the chances of that? Probably high seeing how popular the name is but I just thought I'd throw that out there.
Good Night
