I've been enjoying eclipses and beaches and napping and Friedman's The Lexus and the Olive Tree, so I haven't been writing here.
In the meantime I've also been checking OLD email...and I found this awesomely angsty poem.
Ever just NOT recognize yourself from 5 years ago?
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You Are My Valium
The world is crazy.
Am I the only sane one here?
All imposing on my Self, my Soul, my Sanity
The healing elements
lose their potency
All free me from the Insanity
But the Insanity closes in,
I turn to Knowledge and Entertainment
to bring my Self, my Soul, my Sanity
to its full strength
Knowledge is a dry companion. Its ego perpetuated by
quantity. He is an acquaintance.
Entertainment is a fairweather companion. Its presence
depends on the haute couture. She, too, a mere
I bring other Friends along.
Food and Drink. They add to the merriment.
Occupying my body.
Filling my mouth with Cleverness and Flavor.
Filling my mind with Lucidity.
They are fine combine with Knowledge and
Still. My mind is occupied only for awhile.
Their Charm wears off
and I find Myself weary
of their emptiness.
My Self, my Soul, my Sanity not pacified by them
My Self, my Soul, my Sanity
placid when I combine you with these things.
You are a mirror upon whom I reflect
these elements of my Life.
You calm me from the World's madness.
You are My Valium.
From April 16, 2002