Words are for those with promises to keep

'Step out the front door like a ghost
into the fog where no one notices
the contrast of white on white.

And in between the moon and you
the angels get a better view
of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.'

is a while since i listened to the counting crows - used to be a band i liked a lot when i was a kid - however, damn it, their first album is still frickin' amazing. just heard 'round here' by chance after having media player on random and just remembered how good this song is. ooh regina spektor...

'She will kiss you til your lips bleed
But she will not take her dress off
Americana
Tropicana
All the sailor boys have demons
They sing "Oh Kentucky why did you forsake me
If I was meant to sail the sea why did you make me?"
It should have been another state
Oh stay... '

is looking like a stream of consciousness here - still this is what i get for going out on a tuesday - plan is to sit here writing nonsense until i sober up enough to get a decent nights sleep and not wake up with my teeth aching

had a bit of a recent zoom around the country in the last week on my week off and as well as managing to catch up with a bunch of people i also got to catch up on my reading somewhat which was nice - reread a bunch of jasper fforde's 'Thursday Next' books which are just incredibly fun and also managed to make serious inroads into 'Mill on the Floss' (i *heart* George Elliot)

also managed to read a book of Auden's which is pretty good seeing as i always find it difficult to actually sit down and seriously read poetry for any length of time (nonwithstanding drunken poetical navel-gazing whilst all buzzy and melancholy) and i really found it full of some amazing stuff

'This lunar beauty
Has no history
Is complete and early:
If beauty later
Bear any feature
It has a lover
And is another.'

i think he's the sort of poet who i like 'cos he imbues a lot of his poems with an easily recognisible rhythm and timing (i think everyone read the Night Mail at school right?) which draws you into it - plus he seems to be quite taken (at least in the early part of his life) with sorta country ballads and songs and stuff and seems to have written some poems around styles such as that - although i also love Nick Cave for his 'Murder Ballads' which did something similar

'O it's broken the lock and splintered the door,
O it's the the gate where they're turning, turning;
Their feet are heavy on the floor
And their eyes are burning.'

so yeah, Auden rocks, plus he just has some damn nice love poetry which is good if you're feeling sorta soppy

'Carry her over the water,
And set her down under the tree,
Where the culvers white all days and all night,
And the winds from every quarter,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

Put a gold ring on her finger,
And press her close to your heart,
While the fish in the lake snapshots take,
And the frog, that sanguine singer,
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.

The streets shall flock to your marriage,
The houses turn round to look,
The tables and chairs say suitable prayers,
And the horses drawing your carriage
Sing agreeably, agreeably, agreeably of love.'

ain't that nice? plus i just love the way the poem sounds - sometimes wish i'd taken english past sixth form just so i'd have had more exposure to the english language in all it's forms

'And what could be greater fun,
Once one has chosen and paid,
Than the inexpensive delight
Of a choice one might have made?'

heh - will try not to be such a geek i guess

'The Ogre does what ogres can,
Deeds quite impossible for Man,
But one prize is beyond his reach:
The Ogre cannot master speech.

About a subjugated plain,
Among it's desperate and slain,
The Ogre stalks with hands on hips,
While drivel gushes from his lips.'

right - think i've sobered up sufficiently so i reckon i oughta kick it - goodnight internet