Poetry

Here's some prose poetry (which I recently read aloud to ferociousbcycad):

Crowds

It is not given to every man to take a bath of multitude; enjoying a crowd is an art; and only he can relish a debauch of vitality at the expense of the human species, on whom, in his cradle, a fairy has bestowed the love of masks and masquerading, the hate of home, and the passion for roaming. ( Read more... )

- Charles Baudelaire (from Paris Spleen, 1869)


Another of my faves (more trad'l), is by W.H. Davies (the Super-Tramp), entitled Leisure, first published in Songs Of Joy and Others in 1911:

"What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.( Read more... )

Spring Cleaning

Got lots done today around the Hive: tidying, cleaning, culling, organizing, putting away, getting settled in and far more shipshape (not pear-shaped ;-) Then fed my soul w/a fine bit of socializing over StoneHaven way. Now, I sit w/smile on my face. Mine's a bit bigger than the just-past-Cheshire-Cat moon we drove back from beneath this evening. (Glad you could join me and thanks for driving, jaylake :-)

Feeling content. Feeling satisfied. BAPAMAP points galore.

Now to sleep, perchance to dreamzoom yet again. Mine've been bizzy and rich of late, even if'n I cannot remember much 'bout 'em a few hours later.