So, after a long summer of inactivity, I’m back!

Just to touch on the biggies for the last 6 months of so. Got married! #1 top thing I did.

Otherwise, I’ll get around to talking about other things, rants, etc…

Hope everyone is great and had a great summer.

M~

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Looking forward to seeing ya’ll in May ‘08!
Mark & Tina

Wallace Stevens

I
Among twenty snowy mountains,
The only moving thing
Was the eye of the blackbird.

II
I was of three minds,
Like a tree
In which there are three blackbirds,

III
The blackbird whirled in the autumn winds.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

IV
A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and a blackbird
Are one.

V
I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendoes,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

VI
Icicles filled the long window
With barbaric glass.
The shadow of the blackbird
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the shadow
An indecipherable cause

VII
O thin men of Haddam,
Why do you imagine golden birds?
Do you not see how the blackbird
Walks around the feet
Of the women about you?

VIII
I know noble accents
And lucid, inescapable rhythms;
But I know, too,
That the blackbird is involved
In what I know.

IX
When the blackbird flew out of sight,
It marked the edge
Of one of many circles.

X
At the sight of blackbirds
Flying in a green light,
Even the bawds of euphony
Would cry out sharply.

XI
He rode over Connecticut
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of his equipage
For blackbirds.

XII
The river is moving.
The blackbird must be flying.

XIII
It was evening all afternoon.
It was snowing
And it was going to snow.
The blackbird sat
In the cedar-limbs.

From Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens by Wallace Stevens. Published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 1954 by Wallace Stevens.

There was an old crow
Sat upon a clod;
That’s the end of my song,
That’s odd!

I was coming home, off the York/Dauphin stop via the Blue Line (I live in Philly, if I’ve never mentioned).

I saw a couple of dudes approaching, and we’re talking skulking down a dark alley.
One of the dudes, as we passed, veered into my face and starting saying, “Give me your money mu…”.
POW
I hit that fucker in the face, stepped back, pulled my knife and waited for a second.

They immediately backed off and I scooted off. About the only thing I said was, “NO.”

I jogged and did a little cutting, because they starting chucking rocks at my retreat, but they missed. They goaded me hard with the whole fear-thing, which I’m evidently immune to, I just got out of there! I was a long way away from home, so I ran.

I would have plunged that knife into that dirty little fuck, and I think he must have seen that in my eyes. They didn’t pursue me.

no cops on this one, fuck it…what would I say, “two seedy looking puerto rican teenagers. I mean, fuck, it’s Kensington, the Bad Lands as it’s known.
We’re on our own for a little while here.

I say, bring it on you dirty little fuckers!

Ha ha…big talk, I got away unscathed! They will probably shoot me tomorrow, dirty fucks!

M~