Tom Waits - 'Little Drop of Poison'

Album: Orphans: Brawlers, Bawlers And Bastards



There's gonna be a pole dance competition at the end of the year and the girls are a-titter with anticipation (I think). I know XY and Kim are planning to enter (prolly both in the solo and group categories), and Kim (being Kim) has picked wonderfully whimsical pieces of music such as this one, and The Dresden Dolls' 'Coin-Operated Boy'. I think theirs could be a lovely performance with costumes and make-up.

Maybe I should consider joining ... I'll prolly pick a trip-hop track or something like Bitter:Sweet's 'Dirty Laundry'.

But I'm not a performer, and I know it.

This is what I read you tonight:

For the Courtesan Ch'ing Lin

On your slender body
Your jade and coral girdle ornaments chime
Like those of a celestial companion
Come from the Green Jade City of Heaven.
One smile from you when we meet,
And I become speechless and forget every word.
For too long you have gathered flowers,
And leaned against the bamboos,
Your green sleeves growing cold,
In your deserted valley:
I can visualize you all alone,
A girl harboring her cryptic thoughts.

You glow like a perfumed lamp
In the gathering shadows.
We play wine games
And recite each other's poems.
Then you sing `Remembering South of the River'
With its heart breaking verses. Then
We paint each other's beautiful eyebrows.
I want to possess you completely -
Your jade body
And your promised heart.
It is Spring.
Vast mists cover the Five Lakes.
My dear, let me buy a red painted boat
And carry you away.



Wu Tsao
(Translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Ling Chung)

The sound of you sleeping

Tired out by a good class and practice session.

Archipelagos and peninsulas and islands of bruises. And burns.

The sound of you sleeping

Been having too many thoughts.

Dance - especially pole - makes for a damn good distraction.

The sound of you sleeping

The ulcer on the right side of my tongue is killing me. And there's something swollen on the same side of my neck, below the jaw. And I was caught in a drizzle walking Doggie earlier this evening.

Prolly should hit the sack soon (now) and hope everything's all right when I wake up tomorrow.

Sigh.

Yay! Instructions!

However did that elude me till now?

Read a poetry thread on Monkeyfilter, found some new poems, read some old, old ones in my portable hdd.

I do like Bukowski.

the sun
itself
knows
the sad truth of
how we surrendered
our lives
and deaths
to simple
ritual,
useless
craven
ritual,
and then
slinking away
from the face of
glory,
turning our dreams into
dung,
how we said
no, no, no, no,
to the most beautiful
YES
ever uttered:

life
itself.



Bukowski, Charles. "misbegotten paradise." Sifting through the Madness for the Word, the Line, the Way: New Poems. John Martin, ed. New York: Ecco, 2003.

The sound of you sleeping

Talking to you made me feel better.

The sound of you sleeping

I think I have much to think about.

Also ... I've been itching to dance. And I mean dance.

There might be a correlation - or not; I don't know.

Wonderful night - dinner at epicurious (definitely going back for their desserts which I didn't try tonight - I only had a salad and a burger) followed by drinks at eM By The River. Then a longish walk to the spitting merlion because Jaya wanted photos. So great to be seeing Jaya after - what, four years?

I'm whacked. Off to bed with you in my ear.

The sound of you sleeping

Mephisto asked - very plainly, very candidly (finally, I think) - why I still "flinch" and "frown a lot" when talking to him when all he's done since the very beginning is trying to make me relax around him.

I thought about that a little while walking Doggie, only a little because the answer came surprisingly fast: He is being too nice to me ... And that leaves me wondering when the other shoe will fall.

Also, it makes me feel worse for wanting to leave.

The sound of you sleeping

As he signed the documents I'd passed him, Mephisto looked up over the top of his glasses at me and asked, "Are you okay?"

Usually, when he comes back from a trip, he'll ask how I'm doing, and, as you would to any stranger/acquaintance who inquired, I always say, "I'm doing okay."

But today's "Are you okay?" - I'm not sure whether it's the question or his tone - it's a little hard to explain why I felt, at that moment (tired, achey, and dizzy), that was prolly the sweetest thing he's ever said to me.

Salsa class was super long today, but made it on time for pole prac; now, I'm achey everywhere.

And tired.

I feel like playing hooky tomorrow ... But I can't.

Man, it sucks being an adult.

=(

The sound of you sleeping

Have I ever mentioned how much I like listening to you sleep?

No?

It makes me smile - even as I fall asleep.

=)