Archive for the ‘songs/poetry’ Category
Desk-dancing to this one today, as I power through my end-of-the-semester to-do-list: Oh, I beg you, can I follow? Oh, I ask you, wanna always Be the ocean, where I unravel Be my only, be the water where I’m wading You’re my river running high, run deep, run wild
There’s something about Antony & the Johnson’s, that when they come onto my Spotify station I start to feel a bit more raw and tender (and vulnerable). Not such a bad thing to happen, a strong reminder of the people that I care the most about: What music does that for you?
Perhaps one hard lesson of the last few years of my life has been to learn to express uncomfortable feelings–the coping mechanism of so many years of suppressing sadness is hard to undo. But what I’ve realized is that I can tell when there’s something I need to express…because my left hand will be balled [...]
A few years ago, whenever I was faced with a situation where I would typically insert deity into my thinking, I started inserting the ocean instead. It seems something worth worshiping (whereas God was no longer something I could worship) because it is vast and ineffable and powerful. I find it easier to surrender to [...]
Honestly, I never would have thought that a comparison of the sea to a book could work quite this well. I’m reading this poem over and over and over again, and it’s pulling my thoughts towards finding a beach to pitch my tent this weekend… (note: more of Claire’s poetry can be found here). Aquinnah [...]
From “The Sun” by Marge Piercy: The sun is rising, feel it: the air smells fresh. I cannot look in the sun’s face, its brightness blinds me, but from my own shadow becoming distinct I know that at last it is beginning to grow light.
I will confess, I haven’t listened to Regina Spektor in a long long time, having removed her from my playlists over a year ago (the songs reminded me too much of my ex, and I had one spectacularly awful breakdown-moment when “Samson” came on while I was on a date–egads, I didn’t need that reminder). [...]
Lately I’ve been falling in love with Marge Piercy’s poems all over again… An excerpt from “The nuisance” I am an inconvenient woman. I’d be more useful as a pencil sharpener or a cash register. I do not love you the way I love Mother Jones or the surf coming in or my pussycats [...]
Such a beautiful tune for such a beautiful day… Did you find what you were after? The pain and laughter brought you to your knees But if the sun sets you free, sets you free You’ll be free, free indeed…
Loving the acoustic rendition of this song (I do love me some piano), and the refrain…celebrating the warmth and brightness of my life. Tonight We are young So let’s the set the world on fire We can burn brighter Than the sun Carry me home tonight Just carry me home tonight Carry me home tonight [...]
I’ve posted this poem before, but it seemed apropos for today, too :) If they come in the night by Marge Piercy Long ago on a night of danger and vigil a friend said, Why are you happy? He explained (we lay together on a hard cold floor) what prison meant because he had done [...]
The SuperBowl halftime show brought back so many memories. And what a thrill that it ended with my favorite Madonna song (and how fun to sing along)… PS: I want to be one of Madonna’s biceps when I grow up…
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