Wordsworth

"Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood"

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.

Full Poem

Fenway

Its alive!

Virginia Tech Protest

Photos courtesy of the Boston Herald and Associated Press.
Simmons 32 Easy Guns protest in Boston MA on the one year anniversary of the school shooting at Virginia Tech. Many of the participants were friends with one of the victims, Ross Alameddine.

http://www.protesteasyguns.com/index.html

Gunman kills six at US university

What is going on?

"A gunman has opened fire on students at a university near Chicago in the United States, killing six people.
BBC News

And please explain to me why it is necissary to remind people of Virginia Tech every time something like this happens?
"Its been X months since the worst school shooting in history." Blah blah blah.
As if I need another reminder.

"The shooting comes 10 months after 32 students and staff were shot by a student at Virginia Tech University in one of the worst shootings ever at a US school.
It is also the fourth shooting at a US education establishment within a week."

I don't understand why this keeps happening.

Updates:
Illinois student killer is named - BBC News
Gunman Was Once ‘Revered’ on Campus - NY Times

Swan Lake.

Photos by Patricio Melo of Ballet de Santiago.
Taken from The Winger.

Bukowski

"I'm in love"

she's young, she said,
but look at me,
I have pretty ankles,
and look at my wrists, I have pretty
wrists o my god,
I thought it was all working,
and now it's her again,
every time she phones you go crazy,
you told me it was over
you told me it was finished,
listen, I've lived long enough to become a
good woman,
why do you need a bad woman?
you need to be tortured, don't you?
you think life is rotten if somebody treats you
rotten it all fits,
doesn't it?
tell me, is that it? do you want to be treated like a
piece of shit?
and my son, my son was going to meet you.
I told my son
and I dropped all my lovers.
I stood up in a cafe and screamed
I'M IN LOVE,
and now you've made a fool of me. . .
I'm sorry, I said, I'm really sorry.
hold me, she said, will you please hold me?
I've never been in one of these things before, I said,
these triangles. . .
she got up and lit a cigarette, she was trembling all
over.she paced up and down,wild and crazy.she had
a small body.her arms were thin,very thin and when
she screamed and started beating me I held her
wrists and then I got it through the eyes:hatred,
centuries deep and true.I was wrong and graceless and
sick.all the things I had learned had been wasted.
there was no creature living as foul as I
and all my poems were
false.

Bukowski

"Raw With Love"

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons
our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.

Mark Twain

"She was not quite what you would call refined. She was not quite what you would call unrefined. She was the kind of person that keeps a parrot."