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Thea

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About Me

I thought about editing this statement cause it's a little embarrassing to have that be what people read about me if they click on my page but it's still how I feel so I cain't do nothin about it right now.... Everything's changed irrevocably now, yet is all so dully and frighteningly same. At the moment, I am nothing. What I'm doing, what I feel, what I care about and those I belong to- None of these things seem to exist. I am forced to accept a reality that is the furthest thing from real to me. My origin has extinguished itself. I inhabit oblivion or wish that I did. "After a great pain, a formal feeling comes" says Dickinson. Well, I'm waiting. Hehe. What does that mean anyway? Would a formal feeling improve matters or something? A little sentimentality to sooth the pain. I miss my dad so much it drives me fucking crazy. Maybe that's what he wanted...?

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

People who have read lots of books that I like or would like if I haven't read them yet. People who want to have fun and drink with me. I just haven't drunk enough yet and I think I really need to be trashed for like four days straight before all the shit of the world just really gets to me. Not the right tack, you say? Commmawnn... People who don't think that Leadbelly and Woodie Guthrie are annoying but accept that maybe (maybe) Dylan could be. People who love David Byrne. And, on a purely superficial note: The ideal man is tall, broad-shouldered and slender-hipped, lean-muscled with well-formed calves, dark haired and eyed (these deep and striking) with strong, regular features all set in their pleasing and appropriate locations. Can anyone contend with such?

My Blog

Every day

Every day I lose you again.  Each day I awaken anew to consciousness, to dreaded awareness, to imeasurable loss and limitless sadness.  A little thing occurs.  I lose a little thing made of fabrics:  ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 19:32:00 GMT

And once more

Oh let me forever weepMy eyes no more shall welcome sleepI'll hide me from the light of dayAnd sigh my soul away.He's gone, he's gone! His loss deplore,And I shall never,Never see him more.Again, a la...
Posted by on Sun, 19 Aug 2007 11:28:00 GMT

Blithering Nonsense

I have decided that my next birthday, instead of my 28th, will be my 26th.  The one after that, in 2008, will be the 25th.  Subsequent birthdays will follow this same pattern the next being 24, then 2...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 14:20:00 GMT

And here's some more Donne. From: A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper for their souls to go,Whilst some of their sad friends do say,The breath goes now and some say noSo, let us melt, and make no noise,No tear-floods, nor si...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:51:00 GMT

A multiplicity of things you would find beautiful

You would have loved the cornetto in the EMI faculty concert tonight.     You would have loved Paul Elliott singing d'India.  The best I've ever heard him sing since I got he...
Posted by on Sat, 09 Sep 2006 18:44:00 GMT

My New Recital Date!

Hey anyone and everyone who might take interest: The recital date that was postponed until June from the end of the past month is now fast approaching to, admittedly, my substantial terror. It will be...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Jun 2006 16:48:00 GMT

Recital Postponed!

Hey Everyone who read my recital announcement.  I have postponed until mid-June, the beginning of the second summer session.  I just decided  I could not hack it by next week. ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Apr 2006 12:08:00 GMT

Yeats

Here I go, using someone else's great words as my own post, just to tell you how much I love them. This is a refrain in my favorite Yeats poem: Come away, oh human child      ...
Posted by on Tue, 07 Mar 2006 07:51:00 GMT

events of a Friday, expressed in language attempting to make them more than what they were

A couple of days ago I was crossing 3rd st. from  jacob's to the city bakery, and just before reaching the far curb, I slipped on the terribly worn, hard plastic heels of my boots and fell t...
Posted by on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 09:21:00 GMT

The Master

Here bygynneth the Book of the tales of Caunterbury   1: Whan that aprill with his shoures soote2: The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,3: And bathed every veyne in swich licour4:...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 10:31:00 GMT