Stuffs and Things and Musings

A Kind of Loving

2009-04-01T20:31:00.000-07:00

I sing songs for people I can't have
people I meet once and will never see again.
It is for me a kind of loving.
A kind of loving, for me.

I make words for people I've not met
those who will not turn to follow after me.
It is for me a kind of loving
A kind of loving, for me.

It is for love that I live all alone.
Because the lovers I imagine
are safer than the ones I have known.

I make rhymes for people who won't hear
some who will not turn their faces to meet mine.
It is for me a kind of loving.
A kind of loving, for me.

-RodMcKuen

(from a book found in a secret room in a flooded basement)

Symphony of Contentment

2009-01-21T19:36:00.000-08:00

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, no, rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common--this is my symphony.
-William Henry Channing

Emerson

2009-01-19T17:42:00.000-08:00

Finish every day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day is all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on yesterdays.

Ralph Waldo Emerson