“And now the haunted uprisen wailing call, | And again, and now the beautiful sane laughter.” ~ David Wagoner, from “Loons Mating”

In the Mount Saint Helen National VOlcanic Monument from Connie a Wandering Soul
In the Mount Saint Helen National Volcanic Monument from Connie a Wandering Soul


Two for Tuesday: Remembrance

Tuesday early morning. More storms on the horizon, a bit warmer, 77 degrees.

Hello again. I apologize for the length of yesterday’s post, but I had so much to say and so much that I wanted to share that the whole thing just got away from me, but really, I’m not sorry, because the message was important, the information needed. Much like ALS finally receiving some notable publicity via the ice bucket challenges, perhaps more attention will be paid to suicide as a result of Robin Williams’s suicide.

Perhaps, but I doubt it. Suicide remains shameful, something not to be talked about, which, I suppose, is why I chose to talk about it so much.

Anyway, the Balgach poem below was originally going with yesterday’s post, but I felt that two poems was overkill, as it were, so here it is, along with another one I just found by Noel Coward, and I must admit that for some reason, I never equated Coward with poetry, only plays. Just goes to show how much you don’t know when you think you know everything.

Enjoy.

                    

Barbwire from Connie A Wandering Soul
Barbwire from Connie A Wandering Soul

What Holds Us

This morning I listened to the first birds of spring.
Even those birds bear the weight of time on their shoulders.
I have come from the ends of the universe to tell you this. Right now
I am so present that my breaths feel like knives
and these recollections are as loud
as a stranger’s footsteps on a quiet street.
Yesterday I recited the names of every dead person I know
because each day their names are spoken less. Everyone gets forgotten.
We each forget something about ourselves,
every day. It doesn’t matter. In the afternoon,
even on cold afternoons, birds sing their truths like birds
and I long to be as original as a first kiss.
I don’t know why I am trying to tell your heart
to hear its own tick. Tomorrow is going to come like lightning.
I’ll be breathing down some stranger’s neck,
pacing old footsteps over the same sidewalk I walked yesterday,
wondering what to eat for supper.
Such tired tunes make all of us go round
like ponies at the fair. Nobody deserves anything
but we want so much. Only nothing holds us forever.

~ Martin Balgach

                   

Abandoned from Connie A Wandering Soul
Abandoned from Connie A Wandering Soul

Nothing is Lost

Deep in our sub-conscious, we are told
Lie all our memories, lie all the notes
Of all the music we have ever heard
And all the phrases those we loved have spoken,
Sorrows and losses time has since consoled,
Family jokes, out-moded anecdotes
Each sentimental souvenir and token
Everything seen, experienced, each word
Addressed to us in infancy, before
Before we could even know or understand
The implications of our wonderland.
There they all are, the legendary lies
The birthday treats, the sights, the sounds, the tears
Forgotten debris of forgotten years
Waiting to be recalled, waiting to rise
Before our world dissolves before our eyes
Waiting for some small, intimate reminder,
A word, a tune, a known familiar scent
An echo from the past when, innocent
We looked upon the present with delight
And doubted not the future would be kinder
And never knew the loneliness of night.

~ Noel Coward

                    

Music by The Soundtrack of Our Lives, “Second Life Replay”

Images are taken from Connie – A Wandering Soul tumblr.

Doctor Who Doctor Who Doctor Who

Twelve is coming! Twelve is coming! Twelve is coming!

I don’t know how I feel about Peter Capaldi yet, but I’m giving him a chance and hoping that the big change works. Anyway, if it weren’t so darned muggy, I’d put on my TARDIS knee socks for the big event. Oh well . . .

Header is in official TARDIS blue (HEX 102372)

Did I mention Doctor Who?

                   

Here’s a little something I threw together for the doctor who tumblr poetry contest back in July. It’s not exactly an acrostic poem in which the first letter of each line spells out something; rather, the first letter of each word spells out something Doctor Who related (bad wolf, tardis, doctor who):

Letters of a Time Traveler

beneath/above
delicious worlds often lost/found
by a
daredevil, whirlwind of laissez-faire flights
brooding adventurer
decidedly wild
often, likely frenzied …
Betimes acerbic, determined—
Wayfarer, olden lad,
father, brother,
ancient, doubtless wizened.
Once lone, forever
brilliant and driven,
writing on lines
furled by
anger-driven
warriors, opponents
left fallen.

Timeless astronaut,
remorseful driver,
irreplaceable sower—
delightfully orbiting,
chasing time once & repeatedly.
Wait here, oh,
battered
benighted
clown.


UPDATE

Look what I found:

Dr Who - Which Doctor are you? - Mirror Online
Via: Mirror.co.uk

 

Friday leftovers . . .

Late posting . . . computer was down for a few days. I fear it’s on its last leg . . .

This week’s headline:

An Austrian man died of starvation while his wife was hospitalized because he refused to eat unless his wife prepared food.

So true, so true . . .

Game of Thrones Season 4 blooper reel:

Yep. This, here:

Tee hee . . .

You know how in a recent post I mentioned that my dad used to say shee-yit? Well, serendipity from 1970 . . .

This one is for Corey who believes otherwise:

Sometimes I worry about this, and then . . . not . . .
Dreams

Stupid tweets (I doth fear the vast want of intellect as reflected in these 140-character missives):

She has no toe! And she doesn’t like ice cream!

Eating this leaves you on the floor with no memory as to what happened after you took that first bite . . .

Mom is forcing someone named Aaron to run, and kid can’t do homework because 80 is a homonym for AD . . .

                   

Because, of course, this makes complete sense . . . if you’re living in a different century, that is:

TK

A pregnant employee at a Christian school was fired for having premarital sex — They offered the job to the man who got her pregnant.

A former employee at a Christian college has enlisted the help of high-profile attorney Gloria Allred to sue a California school that allegedly fired her for engaging in premarital sex, NBC’s “Today” reports. In a bizarre twist, the school reportedly went on to offer the pregnant woman’s job to her then-fiance.

Oh, the horror! Flying uteruses, uteri? But all of the other body parts stayed in?

If only this worked with all of the pervs out there:

And finally, to balance this post’s sarcastic bent, here’s a bit of beauty for you: