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| The Student's Dilemma
There is a bird in my mind. Like maybe a hawk or an eagle, golden speckled, soaring. I can watch it from where I sit, at this desk, in this classroom. Over my head my eagle flies, into clear air, out of reach.
I too am the bird.
To throw it all away, cut the lifeline and drift into open water. What do they call that? Failure? What about release? Released as a gold speckled bird into the sky, as a thin, flirting minnow into the ocean. –A boy into everything. Feel grass between your fingertips, smell fallen leaves, sleep without dreaming.
I understand what you want me to do. And I understand why. I know your plans and prospects for my name. But what if I have no name? Can you still catch something without a name? I can run, you know. Steel down the highway with an old pack and a tattered notebook and a hat my sister gave me for Christmas. I could hitch rides with truckdrivers and lay out every night beneath the stars. What good would your knowledge do me there? What secrets would it hold? Can one of you tell me how to walk without tiring? Or where this road leads to? Or why sometimes when the wind blows across my face it feels like God? Tell me these things. You shove numbers and theories down my throat, equations and rules of verse. I’ve had enough coffee and essays and Regina Spektor to last me a lifetime. I want air and wind and ground beneath my bare feet.
Have you ever tasted a cigarette, blown up into the stars, watched the thin wisp of smoke rise up to mingle with the night air? Have you ever swum naked in running waters? Have you ever seen a wolf?
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it's your eyes i want to see,
looking into mine.
i got you live on my mind
...all the time.
-bruce cockburn
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Wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
Whatever I do, he wants to do,
"Where are you going today?" says Pooh:
"Well, that's very odd 'cos I was too.
Let's go together," says Pooh, says he.
"Let's go together," says Pooh.
"What's twice eleven?" I said to Pooh.
("Twice what?" said Pooh to Me.)
"I think it ought to be twenty-two."
"Just what I think myself," said Pooh.
"It wasn't an easy sum to do,
But that's what it is," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what it is," said Pooh.
"Let's look for dragons," I said to Pooh.
"Yes, let's," said Pooh to Me.
We crossed the river and found a few-
"Yes, those are dragons all right," said Pooh.
"As soon as I saw their beaks I knew.
That's what they are," said Pooh, said he.
"That's what they are," said Pooh.
"Let's frighten the dragons," I said to Pooh.
"That's right," said Pooh to Me.
"I'm not afraid," I said to Pooh,
And I held his paw and I shouted "Shoo!
Silly old dragons!"- and off they flew.
"I wasn't afraid," said Pooh, said he,
"I'm never afraid with you."
So wherever I am, there's always Pooh,
There's always Pooh and Me.
"What would I do?" I said to Pooh,
"If it wasn't for you," and Pooh said: "True,
It isn't much fun for One, but Two,
Can stick together, says Pooh, says he.
"That's how it is," says Pooh.
by Milne
for my gal.
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wrote a story today.
then read a story.
then decided my story was crap.
so i shall write a new story tomorrow.
...thus is life. :/
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not much to say on a sunday evening.
workin on a play.
maybe i'll go watch a movie, alone.
miss somebody.
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