something about this just makes me feel old.
oh i know she rose early
for i heard her sweet singing
echoing over the flowering heath
she gathered the willow
the elder, the linden
the holly, the ivy
twined into a wreath
oh, the notes you are forming
i long to possess them
they leap from your tongue
and ascend on the breeze
had i risen early
from bed in the morning
then i would have held all the notes you release
and she gave me the wreath
and she sang like a starling
my fingers entwined in
her feathery hair
but she shrugged me away
and said 'alasdair, darling,
when a song's on the wind
it belongs to the air.'
see polly, she sings as she sits at the spinning wheel
mary, she sings as she skips with her rope
and johnny, he sings as he fetches the herring kreel
and billy, he sings as he rolls down the slope
and the whole house is singing
the whole house is singing
the rafters are ringing and the timbers are thrummed
the whole house is singing
the whole house is singing
and i overhear them and this is their song:
we are stronger when the moon grows in the skies
and the moon causes the tide to rise and rise
and the wheat carried upon the drawing foam
we will gather to bedeck our happy home
-- alasdair roberts, "the whole house is singing"
previous posts
- saturday moment of ruthlessness
- hello december
- i buried my first victim when i was nineteen
- she stands in the luminous air and the night comes on
- the place is dead as heaven on a saturday night
- let me hear the rain tap on your street
- happy we stole this land from the indians day
- let you be my josephine, josephine
- must have been on our way to hell
- fortune cookie 404
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also me
- city lines magazine
- twitter (annus_mirabilis)
- ashley (almost a love song)
- kayleigh (i [verb] you)
- nicole (raise your hopeful voice)
- alli (what an odd-sized explosion.)
- haven kimmel's blog
- sara benincasa
- wonkette
- i blame the patriarchy
- who is ioz?
- a softer world
- toothpaste for dinner
- natalie dee
- married to the sea
- dinosaur comics
- xkcd
- terror island
- the perry bible fellowship
- cat and girl
- björk
- the decemberists
- the weakerthans
- sigur rós
- stephin merritt
- norfolk & western
- the essex green
- of montreal
- elephant 6
- arts&crafts
- laura veirs
- mary timony
- cbc
- alt weeklies
- al jazeera english
- george galloway
- marxists internet archive
- world socialist web site
- the pinky show
- quotidiana
- exit mundi
- the millennial abyss
- the revealer
- killing the buddha
- the brick testament
- colbert nation
- mcsweeney's internet tendency
- the brazen head
- iq infinity: the unknown james joyce
- ulysses by james joyce
- the leonard cohen files
- only revolutions
- luminarium
- geoffrey chaucer hath a blog
- haven kimmel
- purity of heart
- banana yoshimoto
- jeanette winterson
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curiosity, entertainery, and literary
about
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me: aspiring writer, 'music nerd,' seeker of beautiful moments, college student, armchair theologian, nominal quaker, 'the diet coke of emo with no caffeine,' eclectic left-winger, and generally someone who thinks about things too much.
this: unedited, uninhibited, and uninteresting thoughts, nebulous stream-of-consciousness ramblings of memory, inside jokes, obscure references, emotional paroxysms, and slices of life. sometimes there are pictures.
what people are saying about me
'...something entirely different from anybody i've ever known.'
- krystin
'...a nice boy.'
- laura
'...a maoist!'
- greg
'...elevate[s] emotional self-destructiveness to an art form.'
- greg
'...my favorite pixie.'
- lizzie
'...a damn good conversationalist.'
- kelly
'...blue-raspberry [pie]! or or maybe cranberry raisin.'
- becky
'i feel like a wide eyed kid in the socialist candy store...and [he's] the clerk.'
- christine
'...far too sensible and perceptive to be straight.'
- catherine
'...not british.'
- catherine
'...would have made a good medieval monk. one of the non-crooked ones.'
- catherine
'...should have been born a dolphin.'
- elizabeth
ATOM 0.3
'life was just a series of things i'd read about coming true.'
-- michelle tea, the chelsea whistle
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