aceofkittens

Dirge Without Music

I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the love, —
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave,
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

I realized that it's been a week since I posted, but I feel like I don't really have much to say right now. I'm just chugging along and it's fine. It's a brief lull before the madness begins. I realized today that I am already solidly booked every weekend from next weekend until December. This coming weekend should be a time to batten down the hatches and prepare for the whirlwind. I still have Burning Man crap lying around everywhere, for crying out loud. I need to sort through all the clothes I don't wear. I need to do a lot of things.

I will probably do none of them.

Last weekend was awesome, though. takeitez and toastmantom came down and we had some fun. Where to begin? It was like cramming a SF weekend into LA. First, invisiblebf and takeitez went to LACMA and the La Brea Tar Pits on Friday while I was at work. Later that night, we went to a friend's poetry reading at a youth hostel in Santa Monica (to hear such gems as "Cockblocking C***" from others performing — though my actual friend is a good poet) and to add to the misery, I had to pee the whole time. It began to rain and we escaped to drown our sorrows at my favorite British pub a few blocks away. The next day, Toasty arrived and over the next two days, we went to The Getty, LA Decompression, Champagne Madness, and another friend's acoustic guitar performance, not necessarily in that order. Good job! I made dinner and we ate a lot of cheese. We drank — a lot. We ate more cheese. We played the Story Game (the television vomited fire!) Many in-jokes were created. Good times!

Last, but not least, tomorrow, my mom is leaving on a trip to China for two weeks and she's completely freaked out about it. So that about sums it all up!

Exploring the various perks of a paid account, I was finally able to do the whole "meta-blog" thing where it will take pieces of previously written LJ entries and jumble into the definitive "Ace of Kittens" entry.

And here it is!!! Courtesy of http://www.antispin.net/~martine/cgi-bin/insanity.cgi?(insert your name here if you want to do this)


My gaze skimming over the benefits.
Invariably, that it suddenly has taken is a way
that thus it; to mourn Till death do.
That it seems like my mom's ill fated experiment in
Detox, a woeful heart, my mailbox is
technically over the pillar Perished is lie there
to see a good one of the writing, of detail and
get a hankering crimp in suspense to mourn
till death do not sure so antsy right now I am
an idiot, and was so here it made to see a
movie Happy fucking holidays! Yeast and I
hardly even a bit Of it. Ha, I broke the ends of
all stupidly through the holidays!

There were others, but that one says it all.

Yet another blow:
Best black hoodie lost its string.
I had not noticed.