I'm studying now for loads of things. My philosophy quiz, first and foremost. My philosophy outline is next (my last philosophy paper!), and if I'm still awake and ambitious, I may knock out my synthesis paper.
I'm taking a break from studying and reading Bukowski, because sometimes I just need to do that. I forget so many of his poems, and so many of the ones I forget are just brilliant. Raw With Love is one of my forgotten favorites.
Lines like these re absolutely golden:
I won't blame you,
instead I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
The poem does go on, but those are the best lines. The last line is perfect (it's my blog title!), but without the entire poem as a contextual backdrop, quoting is is useless here.
Perhaps I'm still leaving things. Breadcrumbs that lead to nowhere, but are being dropped just the same. Old habits, I suppose.
My nightmares are returning. I had a particularly brutal one last night. I knew that was coming, though.
Tomorrow is my long day. I have a couple of stops to make in the morning before school. I don't really want to go, I just want to hang out in my robe and drink coffee while I read Bukowski, look at photos, and who knows what else. I'll probably spend few days next week doing that.
I'm super excited for Sunday!! Most of next week is going to be pretty damn solid, but I'm most excited for this Sunday.
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