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i said i was going to leave this blog alone...but, I had to try the idea I had in the first place : a thought on the Day... so, far I have only notes...the idea is to be simple and not over complicate the thing...but I don't ever really make it.. so, it is going to take months...image...2 years of writing and all it is , is a story about Day... here are the notes.....Silas Marner ...was it a love story...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Silas_Marner...did you know the man who built most of Las Vegas is blind....umm.... when you think of the day...what do you think? I have lived with out sleeping for days ..some times...so, I have seen morning , noon and night...
I am going to make it...but here is the attempt.... Morning, noon and night all the signs of day Window of opportunity the start...the start of day day has a start...same as is No, past- only, as is everyday (http://www.bloglines.com/blog/wittolink) Hand me down; another journey - a hand me down Day calls out - I am on my way to another day Morning I've seen your face, before this time today Noon, cupped hands to hide your face (shadow box, of the day.......brakes squeak - dry tongues...meeting)
winter, spring, summer or fall shadows , emptiness of the clouds Evening there is great weeping Morning is the joy of giving Light - Life my dark, dank hotel room, waits for the evenings stars (so busy living- life is a etching of time....found in my shoes) Tears fall on the dungeon fall I got a way - today ****** make note right from the start- let me say Blue as the abandon wild love child Evening stars , a time line drawn in space Night has no feelings - is there only one today a lonely star - shining today a smile to hide your disgrace - first light of day a portrait of yesterday
No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind. And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
John Donne 7/9/2009
and the classic musical version
No man is an island, No man stands alone, Each man's joy is joy to me, Each man's grief is my own.
Knitting: a circular knitted on the bias beret...how does that sound...I am thinking about it...I am making a bag that should be a hat....Oh, yeah...I do keep thinking about the knitting group that meets in a hotel room...they collect dues...have refreshments and knit mainly charity items...at the meetings...sometimes they have an instructor...but mainly charity...so, it's just to get together and knit...be away from the house...more development as a person type thing... |