I wanted to pass this one on to Harper, really. She lives up to her handle, and knows so much more about poetry than I do, or is just plain better at researching it than I am. Our Fearsome — that is our Fearless Leader, however, insisted that I write this one since I shot the photos. And, for once, I know a little bit about Welsh poetry — a very little bit, but I have a taste for Dylan Thomas.
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Are We Blue
Am I blue?
Am I blue?
Ain’t these tears in my eyes
Tellin’ you?
— “Am I Blue,” by Harry Akst and Grant Clark
In the Hamptons
From you have I been absent in the spring,
When proud-pied April, dressed in all his trim,
Hath put a spirit of youth in everything,
That heavy Saturn laughed and leaped with him,
Layover
Harper hasn’t written much about Zana Sherman as a grown adult yet in her Ariel Sherman stories; she’s mainly looking at Zana’s early years when she puts the girl in one of her Ariel stories. But she does have one story, where she has Zana in her twenties appearing between the main sections of her as a child, getting ready to watch a documentary of her life as the first naturally-born cyborg. (It’s a long story; she’s outlined it for me, so ask Harper for the details.) When she wants a photo of Zana as an adult, Harper comes to me.
Yin and Yang
Sadly, the story I was going to write just isn’t working out yet, so I’ll go ahead and publish just the photos. It’s always been my goal on this blog to publish as good a quality as I can; I don’t always see it the same way after time and exposure, but I try to achieve it. (One reason why we don’t publish that often. Sucks for our visit numbers, but it makes me feel better in terms of what I put up for those who do stop in.) I may revisit this one day, when the muse strikes me properly.
A Beautiful Morning
It’s a beautiful mornin’
I think I’ll go outside a while,
An’ just smile.
Just take in some clean fresh air, boy
Ain’t no sense in stayin’ inside
If the weather’s fine and you got the time.
It’s your chance to wake up and plan another brand new day ….
— “A Beautiful Morning,” by Edward Brigati and Felix Cavaliere
We’ve actually managed to get a lot done this week, and so I rewarded myself with a side trip. I did a little shopping at the Liaison Collaborative, then went up the stairs to the other, “non-affiliated” areas (shall we call them), and found some nice spots to shoot in while I’m wearing this dress. I really love Baiastice; in fact, I went to the main store (“Horrors! You shopped at the main store???“) the other day, and spotted a bunch of things that I’ll snaffle up when I get a chance. Even lots of the “classic” Standard Sizing items will still work on a mesh body.
Late For the Train
… Have to catch an early train
Got to be to work by nine
And if I had an air-o-plane
I still couldn’t make it on time
‘Cause it takes me so long
Just to figure out what I’m gonna wear
Blame it on the train
But the boss is already there ….
— “Manic Monday,” lyrics by Prince Rogers Nelson
