Greasy Seasonings!
Filed under: Acting, Cafe Critique, Food, I'm not sure, Life, Literature, Mates, Politics, Remembrance, Yada Yada Yada, nostalgia, poetry
To all who have visited my site (mispelt ’sight’), and even those who haven’t, may your seasons be unmentionably pleasant.
Happy Holidays
ZigZag
I went to a bookshop last night. Though some books seem interesting, a closer inspection found that nothing really jumped out at me.
I have been somewhat melancholy of late, and that’s not too good for blogging. I mean, who wants to read about that, anyway?
I have a ’song-loop’ in my head, the song “Where Have All The Flowers Gone?”. It is quite beautiful and sad.
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time passing?
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time ago?
Where have all the flowers gone,
Long time passing?
When will they ever learn?
When will they ever learn?
Collective
When you feel like no one can hear you,
When nothing around you makes sense.
When there’s no going forward or backward,
Or no sitting up on the fence.
When you’re waiting for someone to move,
When you’re sure no one knows or cares,
When you never get to finish a sentence, Read more
