“Facts About the Moon”
Dorianne Laux

The moon is backing away from us
an inch and a half each year. That means
if you're like me and were born
around fifty years ago the moon
was a full six feet closer to the earth.
What's a person supposed to do?
I feel the gray cloud of consternation
travel across my face. I begin thinking
about the moon-lit past, how if you go back
far enough you can imagine the breathtaking
hugeness of the moon, prehistoric
solar eclipses when the moon covered the sun
so completely there was no corona, only
a darkness we had no word for.
And future eclipses will look like this: the moon
a small black pupil in the eye of the sun.
But these are bald facts.
What bothers me most is that someday
the moon will spiral right out of orbit
and all land-based life will die.
The moon keeps the oceans from swallowing
the shores, keeps the electromagnetic fields
in check at the polar ends of the earth.
And please don't tell me
what I already know, that it won't happen
for a long time. I don't care. I'm afraid
of what will happen to the moon.
Forget us. We don't deserve the moon.
Maybe we once did but not now
after all we've done. These nights
I harbor a secret pity for the moon, rolling
around alone in space without
her milky planet, her only child, a mother
who's lost a child, a bad child,
a greedy child or maybe a grown boy
who's murdered and raped, a mother
can't help it, she loves that boy
anyway, and in spite of herself
she misses him, and if you sit beside her
on the padded hospital bench
outside the door to his room you can't not
take her hand, listen to her while she
weeps, telling you how sweet he was,
how blue his eyes, and you know she's only
romanticizing, that she's conveniently
forgotten the bruises and booze,
the stolen car, the day he ripped
the phones from the walls, and you want
to slap her back to sanity, remind her
of the truth: he was a leech, a fuckup,
a little shit, and you almost do
until she lifts her pale puffy face, her eyes
two craters and then you can't help it
either, you know love when you see it,
you can feel its lunar strength, its brutal pull.

For those of you who enjoy such things, a wonderful interview with Derek Taylor has just come to my attention. It's mostly about Brian Epstein--it was used for "The Brian Epstein Story"--but it touches on many other things besides.

[Brian] had a great style and a good car, and once he got his confidence, and got his bearings he was very very funny, very comical and upbeat and witty. It’s hard to get examples of it. When he’d had a few drinks with him, in a gambling club which is what a lot of clubs were in those days, or at lunch, or anywhere he was comfortable, he was very funny. He laughed easily, said amusing things, and he loved to use words like common. He loved to shock.

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Well, the girl who got Paul's autograph on stage at the Halifax concert DID get it tattooed!  Here are her pics she posted on Paul's website and Facebook:



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Randomly surfing lj and I found an icon I made in someone else's journal (not even a friend). That's awesome. I don't post them... I just use them.

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Amélie


Marie Antoinette

I made a picspam for the "Strawberry Fields Forever" music video because I thought it'd be really fun to picspam because of its awesomeness.

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"My Father's Back"
Edward Hirsch

There's an early memory that I carry around
In my mind
like an old photography in my wallet,
little graying and faded, a picture
That I don't much like
but nonetheless keep,
Fingering it now and then like a sore tooth,
Knowing it there,
not needing to see it anymore....

The sun slants down on the shingled roof.
The wind breathes in the needled pines.
And I am lying in the grass on my third birthday,
Red-faced and watchful
but not squalling yet,
Not yet rashed or hived up
from eating the wrong food
Or touching the wrong plant,
my father's leaving.

A moment before he was holding me up
Like a new trophy, and I was a toddler
With my face in the clouds,
spinning around
With a head full of stars,
getting so dizzy.
A moment before I was squealing with joy
In the tilt-a-whirl of his arms,
Drifting asleep in the cavern of his chest....

I remember waking up to the twin peaks
Of his shoulders moving away, a shirt clinging
To his massive body,
a mountain receding.
I remember the giant distance between us:
A drop or two rain, a sheen on the lawn,
And then I was sitting up
in the grainy half-light
Of a man walking away from his family.

I don't know why we go over the old hurts
Again and again in our minds, the false starts
And true beginnings
of a world we call the past,
As if it could tell us who we are now,
Or were, or might have been....
It's drizzling.
A car door slams, just once, and he's gone.
Tiny pools of water glisten on the street.

001 - 089 Titanic (1997)
090 - 102 Jennifer Aniston

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So I was watching this movie for the first time,and almost died with laughter when Duey Cox stumbled across the India Topic in the movie and going to see the Maharishi for Meditation.I didn't really know of the part in the movie with The Beatles,but I found it pretty hilarious.


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19: Watership Down (animated)
17: The Beatles
16: The Marx Brothers
13: Queen
5: The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari

  

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You probably expected this icon post after the Titanic Picspam lol

001 - 089 Titanic (1997)
090 - 102 Jennifer Aniston

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Let me preface this by saying that I loved Tommy Boy and it was one of my favorite movies-- just so you know where I'm coming from. Pineapple Express was fricking hilarious. And just like Tommy Boy I think it will be even funnier on multiple viewings. I mean I know it probably wouldn't be everyone's cup of tea, but it struck the funny bone with me. I heard that the James Franco character was based on the character that Brad Pitt plays in True Romance ("Floyd"-- super endearing character in that film). Franco is funny as hell and I have a new appreciation for Seth Rogan humor now. Well, just a head's up on that one. I like guy movies though... I liked Super Bad, 40 year Old Virgin, Swingers. Some of those types of movies I didn't like at all or I thought they were marginally okay... but the better ones, the good ones like Swingers, I really like.

"Phone Call"
Tony Hoagland

Maybe I overdid it
when I called my father an enemy of humanity.
That might have been a little strongly put,
a slight overexaggeration,

an immoderate description of the person
who at the moment, two thousand miles away,
holding the telephone receiver six inches from his ear,
must have regretted paying for my therapy.

What I meant was that my father
was an enemy of my humanity
and what I meant behind that
was that my father was split
into two people, one of them

living deep inside of me
like a bad king, or an incurable disease-
blighting my crops,
striking down my herds,
poisoning my wells – the other
standing in another time zone,
in a kitchen in Wyoming,
with bad knees and white hair sprouting from his ears.

I don’t want to scream forever,
I don’t want to live without proportion
like some kind of infection from the past,

so I have to remember the second father,
the one whose TV dinner is getting cold
while he holds the phone in his left hand
and stares blankly out the window

where just now the sun is going down
and the last fingertips of sunlight
are withdrawing from the hills
they once touched like a child.

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Have people seen this from Paul's Halifax show last night?  What a riot.  This girl is brilliant.  Here's her message on Paul's website and the accompanying video someone took:



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When I was a kid and we got behind on our bills sometimes, we didn't have power. When it was winter, I remember putting the milk outside to keep it cold. Our heater was gas. We used candles when it got dark. I remember sleeping on the balcony in the summer but I don't remember if the power was out or not, I just remember it was very hot in the apartment. One time we spilled candle wax on the hard wood floors and we scraped it off with butter knives which scratched up the floor horribly. We hid it from our mom with a rug but I think she found it. I took long baths every night and I would read in the tub. I remember reading in the tub by candle light.