Saturday, August 14, 2004


Black Oaks
Mary Oliver

Okay, not one can write a symphony, or a dictionary,

or even a letter to an old friend, full of remembrance
and comfort.

Not one can manage a single sound though the blue jays
carp and whistle all day in the branches, without
the push of the wind.

But to tell the truth after a while I'm pale with longing
for their thick bodies ruckled with lichen

and you can't keep me from the woods, from the tonnage

of their shoulders, and their shining green hair.

Today is a day like any other: twenty-four hours, a
little sunshine, a little rain.

Listen, says ambition, nervously shifting her weight from
one boot to another -- why don't you get going?

For there I am, in the mossy shadows, under the trees.

And to tell the truth I don't want to let go of the wrists
of idleness, I don't want to sell my life for money,

I don't even want to come in out of the rain.

A Sigh of Relief

Yes. I've managed to do most of what I set out to do this weekend. That includes two articles - and YES, I'VE DONE THAT JOCANO ARTICLE and gods, it feels so good to get it off my chest. English 191 homework is also done, and then I just have to read up for CW 121 and study for a make-up exam for French 12 and then I'm done for the weekend. It feels so good to actually get back on track and know that you're actually accomplishing something.

Tomorrow I'm playing production manager for the Nike shoot for OJ and Chrisel, and then rushing to my grandmother's house in the hopes that she will allow GRAIL to have our induction over there on the 19th. GRAIL general assembly on Monday after thesis class - lucky daughter of the CSSP dean actually gets to borrow a nice room where we don't have to talk over the bam-crash-boom music of Kontra-Gapi and watch the boys writhe in what seems to be an attempt at macho dancing. ^_^

It just feels so goooooooood, after a week of angst and negativity, to be productive again. Now, if only I can get my emotional life back on track as well.

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