Epic Loss

Funeral Blues - W. H. Auden

"Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good."

"Blackout" - Chris Garneau
"I, I was kidding about the mean things
While we were sleeping
He rushed in, he rushed in
The fan stopped, the fan stopped
Oh oh oh oh

Flashlights and tele's
Drinking on the street
All the lights are out in New York City
And it never ever will be too damn late
To run inside the market place

I, I'll be quiet, then
And you do all of the talking
Then we're walking
Thoughts rush in, those thoughts rush in

The heart stops, the heart stops
Oh oh oh oh

Flashlights and tele's
Drinking on the street
All the lights are out in New York City
And it never ever will be too damn late
To runside the market place
And it never ever will be too damn late
To run inside the market place

I sit by the window and I watch all of the little
Rain drops, rain drops"

i didn’t know your love was a commodity

I feel sad for people who anxiously wait for their lives to start mirroring romantic comedies. Always worried about having what others seem to have: the perfect boyfriend with movie-star good lucks, the perfect career bringing in the money, the closet of clothes, the glamour, the renown. I wish they could see things are never as they first appear. Nothing ends with just a "happily ever after," but that's not necessarily a bad thing-it just means things are more complex. We should live in harmony with that, instead of creating myths about what life should be. We can't live up to the myths.

Sometimes when I see really, really, staggeringly good looking boys around here, I just want to cry because I know that there are a trillion girls staring at the same boy. Each girl wants him because then she'd feel validated. All the other girls would look at the girl, holding that boy's hand, and think, wow, she's lucky. It is all so silly, so childish--the kind of crap you see in a playground. Relationships are so mercantile. A lot of people are just in relationships so they can see what they can get from them...but eventually the resources run out and they're off to the new person.