Saturday, March 24, 2007

Arts and Madness~Poets

The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator
Anne Sexton

The end of the affair is always death.
She’s my workshop.
Slippery eye, out of the tribe of myself my breath
finds you gone.
I horrify those who stand by. I am fed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Finger to finger, now she’s mine.
She’s not too far. She’s my encounter.
I beat her like a bell.
I recline in the bower where you used to mount her.
You borrowed me on the flowered spread.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Take for instance this night, my love,
that every single couple puts together
with a joint overturning, beneath, above,
the abundant two on sponge and feather,
kneeling and pushing, head to head.
At night alone, I marry the bed.

I break out of my body this way, an annoying miracle.
Could I put the dream market on display?
I am spread out. I crucify.
My little plum is what you said.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Then my black-eyed rival came.
The lady of water, rising on the beach,
a piano at her fingertips, shame
on her lips and a flute’s speech.
And I was the knock-kneed broom instead.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

She took you the way a woman takes
a bargain dress off the rack
and I broke the way a stone breaks.
I give back your books and fishing tack.
Today’s paper says that you are wed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

The boys and girls are one tonight.
They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies.
They take off shoes. They turn off the light.
The glimmering creatures are full of lies.
They are eating each other. They are overfed.
At night, alone, I marry the bed.

Anne Sexton, “The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator” from The Complete Poems of Anne Sexton (Boston: Houghton Mifflin, 1981).

Anne Sexton married at the age of 19, worked briefly as a model and then started a family. Sexton suffered from depression and had mental breakdowns and suicidal bouts after the births of her children and the deaths of her parents. In the late 1950s she began writing poetry as therapy and was soon "discovered" by the literary world for her unapologetically autobiographical poems. The recipient of many awards and grants, she won the Pulitzer Prize in 1966 for Live or Die. In 1974 she committed suicide.
I hope you enjoyed this poem as much as I do. Take care everyone!

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N Posted by Rain at 3/24/2007 08:53:00 AM

Friday, March 23, 2007

Raindrops Keep Falling

The District Attorneys offer
has been rejected.
The co-defendant's mother mistook me
as her own verbal whipping post.
I have had a bad day, sigh.
Overheard in the courthouse...

A woman is trying to board a bus, but her skirt is too tight and she can't step up. She reaches behind her and lowers the zipper a bit and tries again.
Skirt's still too tight. She reaches behind her and lowers the zipper some more. She still can't get on and lowers the zipper a third time.
Suddenly, she feels two hands on her butt, trying to push her up onto the bus. She spins around and says very indignantly, 'Sir, I do not know you well enough for you to do that!!'
The man responds, 'Lady, I don't know you well enough for you to unzip my fly three times either!' =D
Have a good weekend everyone!


N Posted by Rain at 3/23/2007 11:09:00 AM

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Ten Things I Love To Do

Ten things I love to do;
  • Having hot, passionate and naughty sex with someone I care about. Anytime, anywhere! ;)
  • Go to the beach, sit in the sand and catch waves along with Southern California's finest surfers.
  • Work outside in my garden, getting my nails dirty, pulling weeds and mixing nutrients into the ground. I love the sweet smell of jasmine, roses, sweet peas and lavender. I also plant tomatoes, peppers, onions, carrots and pumpkin.
  • Cook special dishes for my family and friends. Using the freshest ingredients and making sure to add that special, into everything I make. Yummy!
  • I volunteer four to six hours of my time, a week to help the less fortunate that live in my city. I do laundry for aids patients and deliver meals to the elderly and the sick.
  • Immerse myself in the arts by visiting museums, going to concerts, the theatre and taking classes offered by local colleges.
  • Play the stock market and invest my savings for my retirement.
  • Taking a long hot bubble bath, it is so relaxing for the soul.
  • Traveling to far away places and experiencing the culture around me.
  • Sleep. Need I say more?

I would like to thank all of you who expressed birthday greetings for my dad, they made his 75th birthday even more special!

Rusty will be back in court on Friday and we are hoping for some kind of a deal from the District Attorney's office. Please keep us in your prayers!

Have a great day everyone!


N Posted by Rain at 3/21/2007 12:48:00 PM

Monday, March 19, 2007

Happy Birthday Dad

Skirts Ahoy 1967
Gil Elvgren

Happy Birthday Dad!

Your date of conception was on or about 27 June 1931 which was a Saturday.
You were born on a Saturdayunder the astrological sign Pisces.
Your birthday falls into the Chinese year beginning 2/6/1932 and ending 1/25/1933.
You were born in the Chinese year of the Monkey.
Your Native American Zodiac sign is Wolf; your plant is Plantain.

As of 3/19/2007 12:52:23 PM EST

You are 75 years old.
You are 900 months old.
You are 3,914 weeks old.
You are 27,393 days old.
You are 657,444 hours old.
You are 39,446,692 minutes old.
You are 2,366,801,543 seconds old.
Your age is the equivalent of a dog that is 10.7213307240704 years old.
(You old hound dog, you!)

I love you, Dad!

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N Posted by Rain at 3/19/2007 12:30:00 PM