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Nov. 22nd, 2006 05:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyBad back.
Getting worse, which is funny because I began the day having to curl into a tiny tiny ball every five minutes or so to stop my back seizing up.
I have my review at work tomorrow. So obviously perfect day to have to take off work, today.
Cack it.
Please could you leave a link to your favourite poem or piece of art? And tell me why you like it, too. Or, y'know, anything else that'll make me smiley.
In case I get vertical enough to get on a computer again, later.
Getting worse, which is funny because I began the day having to curl into a tiny tiny ball every five minutes or so to stop my back seizing up.
I have my review at work tomorrow. So obviously perfect day to have to take off work, today.
Cack it.
Please could you leave a link to your favourite poem or piece of art? And tell me why you like it, too. Or, y'know, anything else that'll make me smiley.
In case I get vertical enough to get on a computer again, later.
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Date: 2006-11-22 05:42 pm (UTC)William Butler Yeats -- Sailing to Byzantium
I won't deny that the idea of transmuting one's self into a work of art is extremely attractive -- I think it's one of the greatest dangers of being an artist or a craftsman.
But it's the second stanza -- an aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered rag upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress -- that gets me every time. Because -- we're the works of art. Or we can be. It's...reassuring. Confidence-building. It makes things all right.
*hugs, a lot* Rest well, and feel better sooner than soon.
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Date: 2006-11-22 06:17 pm (UTC)He wishes for the cloths of heaven (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/597.html) I know you're familiar with this one, sweet Villainny! ;]
The Lake Isle of Innisfree (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/309.html) The kind of home I'd love to build someday ...
When You Are Old (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/436.html) Perspective and quiet pondering of life ...
The Song of Wandering Aengus (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/1.html) Rather like the Lay of Luthien ...
The Cat and the Moon (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/577.html) The wonderful dance of Black Minnaloushe ...
Red Hanrahan's Song About Ireland (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/79.html) The flame out of the eyes of Cathleen ...
And of course I can no longer read this one without substituting "Tadfield" for the fourth-to-last word:
The Second Coming (http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/289.html)