tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post1284229545891235178..comments2024-03-16T10:33:57.915-04:00Comments on cafe selavy: Some People Want Happycafe selavyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15326753057795689263noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-86254510846336146872021-04-22T19:05:08.010-04:002021-04-22T19:05:08.010-04:00ha! landed on happy.
horny as hell. geesh. ston...ha! landed on happy.<br />horny as hell. geesh. stoned -- cocktail a repeat of gin and juice. we were listening to music. i came next door for a minute of aloneness to write. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />“Said the lion to the lioness - "when you are amber dust -<br />No more a raging fire like the heat of the sun<br />(no liking but all lust) -<br />Remember still the flowering of the amber blood<br />and bone,<br />the rippling of bright muscles like<br />a sea,<br />Remember the rose-prickles of<br />bright paws<br />Though we shall mate no more<br />Till the fire of that sun<br />and the moon -<br />Cold bone are one.”<br /><br />Edith Sitwell<br /><br /><br />There are three things that walk with stately stride–no, four that strut about: the lion, king of animals, who won’t turn aside for anything.<br />Proverbs 30:29-30 <br /><br /><br /><br />To you, who roams<br />your own Serengeti,<br />by day<br /><br />and I,<br />left to pant<br />in the hot areola<br />of mine - <br /><br />a song.<br /><br /><br />We share<br />the same sun<br />and had we been young -<br /><br />I would meet the deep rumble <br />of your desire – hard, strong<br />a sand-papered tongue<br /><br />Come damp night<br />our wet breath, <br />our bodies, loosed <br /><br />We exhale<br />make small stars<br />in wild grass<br /><br />These thoughts bruise<br /><br />I lick your fur<br />for I understand your kind.Lisa Nickersonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02748824411772434531noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-66085136067546698592008-06-06T01:40:00.000-04:002008-06-06T01:40:00.000-04:00"Read “Hunger” by Knut Hamsun if you want to feel ..."Read “Hunger” by Knut Hamsun if you want to feel misery."<BR/><BR/>I did. It was grim.<BR/><BR/>If you like (if that's the word the use) such things, check out Elia Kazan's movie, "America, America"<BR/><BR/>"But swell times don’t make very good stories"<BR/><BR/>Too true. I've got a well off friend who's descriptions of his travels are usually described with a sentence like: Everything was lovely and we had a great time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682738581019360100.post-28388946791408880572008-06-05T12:36:00.000-04:002008-06-05T12:36:00.000-04:00OK Happy.OK Happy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com