"After Psalm 137"

"After Psalm 137"

by Anne Porter
We're still in Babylon but
We do not weep
Why should we weep?
We have forgotten
How to weep

We've sold our harps
And bought ourselves machines
That do our singing for us
And who remembers now
The songs we sang in Zion?

We have got used to exile
We hardly notice
Our captivity
For some of us
There are such comforts here
Such luxuries

Even a guard
To keep the beggars
From annoying us

Jerusalem
We have forgotten you.



'After Psalm 137' by Anne Porter, from Living Things Collected Poems. © Zoland Books, 2006. Reprinted with permission"

Lovely.

A Marriage

A Marriage

by Barry Spacks

Clear nowof our long struggle

I can hear your voice,

its strength

the sweet coldnessof river water.
And I can see you

as in the photograph

with your father and sister,

tall pretty girl,

pigtailed and freckled,
led, misled,until you doubted

your beauty, body,

that you were one among us,

a person, like any other.
And, given distance,

I think of you

becoming smaller,

but cheerful, the way

the old are
with short white hair

and an easiness

you'd never know before,

and me, incredibly,not there.

"A Marriage" by Barry Spacks, from Spacks Street: New and Selected Poems. © The Johns Hopkins University Press, 1982. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)

'The Office' PSA

The cast from the office did some spoof PSAs. I really like the one about how the Fugitive is a good movie to watch on cable.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DiXo78XPdKU&feature=related

Chico Marx "Beer Barrel Polka"

Wouldn't it be great if the actors today were this talented?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6V-l_WJb3s

"A November Sunrise"

"A November Sunrise
by Anne Porter
Wild geese are flocking and calling in pure golden air,
Glory like that which painters long ago
Spread as a background for some little hermit
Beside his cave, giving his cloak away,
Or for some martyr stretching out
On her expected rack.
A few black cedars grow nearby
And there's a donkey grazing.

Small craftsmen, steeped in anonymity like bees,
Gilded their wooden panels, leaving fame to chance,
Like the maker of this wing-flooded golden sky,
Who forgives all our ignorance
Both of his nature and of his very name,
Freely accepting our one heedless glance."



Beautiful.

Wilco "Hate It Here"

Wilco "Hate It Here"

Wilco, Hate It Here Lyrics

Wilco, Hate It Here Lyrics: "I try to stay busy
I do the dishes, I mow the lawn
I try to keep myself occupied
Even though I know you’re not coming home

I try to keep the house nice and neat
I make my bed I change the sheets
I even learned how to use the washing machine
But keeping things clean doesn’t change anything

What am I gonna do when I run out of shirts to fold?
What am I gonna do when I run out of lawn to mow?
What am I gonna do if you never come home?
Tell me, what am I gonna do?

I hate it
I hate it here
When you’re gone

I caught myself thinking
I caught myself thinking once again
Have to try to keep my mind out of this
Try not to pretend

I’ll check the phone
I’ll check the mail
I’ll check the phone again and I call your mom
She says you’re not there and I should take care

I hate it here
When you’re gone
I hate it
I hate it here
When you’re gone

I try to stay busy
I take out the trash, I sweep the floor
Try to keep myself occupied
Cause I know you don’t live here anymore"

I think this might be Wilco's best song. At least, I like it.