| Poem for Saturday |
[Feb. 21st, 2004|10:52 am] |
( Sunrise, Grand Canyon )
Seemed to call for a photo, though what matters in this poem is the unseen and unseeable, or perhaps more to the point, the unspeakable ("your face illegible/these words when I began not what I had/intended to say").
Fucking court-packing fucktard. That's all I have to say about politics this morning. Oh, and I would like to announce that this journal will be Passion of the Christ-free unless someone shows me an illegal bootleg of the film, because while I am curious enough to want to see it, so that I can form my own opinion, I am not curious enough to give my money to the people who financed the film.
Should go work a bit, as my husband has to be in the office till two today which sucks (and he graciously volunteered to take our younger son to his 8 a.m. basketball game beforehand -- what seven-year-old needs to play basketball at 8 a.m.?!) It's gorgeous out, though, and I am determined to see the river. |
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