Tuesday, April 12, 2005

How beautiful, if sorrow had not made Sorrow more beautiful than Beauty’s self.

Oh blogspot, you are a harsh mistress!

The truth (as fit for spectator’s consumption) is that my personal life is working its way out slowly but surely.

This Saturday morning I woke up to be surprised by spring, the most hope-filled of all seasons. Really, I hadn’t noticed it coming, but I woke up and all the trees were in bloom and the grass was a bright neon green. I have always thought the hue of new spring grass should be described as ‘whore’. The bright green that says, “I am fertile and garish.” Spring: the rebirth that will cleanse us all.

2 comments:

rachel said...

you know what andy dufregne in "shawshank redemption" did right? he crawed through ten football fields' length of shit and came out clean on the other side...............
sometimes we are reborn in ways just as harsh as coming out of the womb originally.......
wait and see, it could be a pleasant surprise, what you come out to be..........
you know i'm here for you.... i know that you are here for me.......... and to anyone that might find this remotely sappy, i love my edward grow
he knows what i mean.......

John said...

I think being kicked out of my home of 9 months through a hole an 1/8th the size of my head while being covered in body fluids and then getting part of my stomach cut off and tied in a little knot followed by a slap on the ass by some some guy with latex gloves and a mask may be a little worse.

These are the facts of life people...