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A few seconds more and the Negress will sing. It seems inevitable, so strong is the necessity of this music: nothing can interrupt it, nothing which comes from this time in which the world has fallen; it will stop of itself, as if by order. If I love this beautiful voice it is especially because of that: it is neither for its fulness nor its sadness, rather because it is the event for which so many notes have been preparing, from so far away, dying that it might be born. And yet I am troubled; it would take so little to make the record stop: a borken spring, the whim of Cousin Adolphe. How strange it is, how moving, that this hardness should be so fragile. Nothing can interrupt it yet all can break it.
The last chord has died away. In the brief silence which follows I feel strongly that there it is, that SOMETHING HAS HAPPENED. Silence.
Some of these days
You'll miss me, honey

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Member Since: 10/16/2004
Band Members: in a relationship

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My Blog

"The Conundrum of the Workshops" by Rudyard Kipling

When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Mon, 21 May 2007 11:02:00 PST

"The Second Coming" by W.B. Yeats

Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywh...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Mon, 21 May 2007 10:59:00 PST

"The Harlot's House" by Oscar Wilde

We caught the tread of dancing feet,We loitered down the moonlit street,And stopped beneath the harlot's house.Inside, above the din and fray,We heard the loud musicians playThe 'Treues Liebes Herz' o...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Mon, 21 May 2007 11:00:00 PST

"The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot

IWe are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over b...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Mon, 21 May 2007 10:58:00 PST

deadly

Deadly Poetry.1I should have died long, longlong agoBeen quickly struck down in a harsh public showCollapsed in on time in the prime of my deceitThrown back the blinds and announced my defeatBurst thr...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 05:42:00 PST

In a word: pleasure. It's like, my pleasure in other people's leisure.

I have been working at a company called Tablet Hotels. (TabletHotels.com). We are the leading online booking agency for luxury, boutique, and unique design hotels. We hand-pick hotels from every corne...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Thu, 08 Feb 2007 08:00:00 PST

thank you, Albert

"Likewise and during every day of an unillustrious life, time carries us. But a moment always comes when we have to carry it. We live on in the future: "tomorrow," "later on," "when you have made your...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Thu, 01 Dec 2005 01:17:00 PST

Deadly Poetry.2 -

When the radios will not tune,..When pink dust clouds the air,When the transmissions are incomplete, When ships are lost at sea,When airplanes cannot land,When every traffic light is green,When every ...
Posted by Marrrk is the balls on Fri, 24 Mar 2006 07:26:00 PST