Wednesday, November 09, 2005

status report

It was a rough afternoon, then a rough evening, then a rough night, those of yesterday. Status today? For the eyes of any and all?
The three quotes below say it all:

"Mon oeil fond en larmes, sans repos, sans rel√Ęche"
-Lamentations 3:49, LSG

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

She was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good."
-W.H. Auden (unmodified form found here)

"Oh wretched man that I am, who will deliver me from the body of this death?"
-Romans 7:24, KJV

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