Special Effects and the Poetry of My Life
I wish I had superpowers.
If I did indeed have my own show, or if my life was a TV show, something I would actually have a hand in deciding, I would insist that I have superpowers. That, therefore, would neccesitate the use of special effects. I love special effects. I like the improbable.
Okay, enough about the darn show...you get the picture.
Here's a thought...does John Mayer's Your Body is a Wonderland count as poetry? Coz it's beautiful, just like some of Darren Hayes stuff. (If you have not listened to his album Spin, it is highly recommended - especially the tracks Like It Or Not, I Can't Ever Get Enough of You and Strange Relationship. That last one I don't like from a musical viewpoint, as if I have a musical viewpoint, but it fits in with my one of strange relationships, sort of like a soundtrack, and that's why I like it.)
I recently heard an excerpt of an actual poem (quite beautiful) on Tru Calling. Despite the complete illogical nature of some of the episodes of that show, I really enjoy this show and am quite angry that they have upped and canceled it. Just when it was starting to get interesting (see above blog. Did I mention I think Jason Priestley is hot? Especially on this show). Anyhow, here's the poem.
I Carry Your Heart With Me
e.e. cummings
I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)
I am never without it
(anywhere I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)
I fear no fate
(for you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)
Final thought: My love is made of stardust and eternity...maybe that's too much for some to handle.