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walkingshadow ([personal profile] walkingshadow) wrote2010-03-16 10:41 pm
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i was a huge phony before! i can do it again!

SOMEBODY WONDERFUL sent me a giant box full of my favorite LUSH products, oh my goodness. But all I found inside (I mean, APART from all of my favorite and most delicious-smelling things) was a short, cryptic, and utterly anonymous note, so I don't know to whom I should direct my thousand thank yous! Was it you? Was it YOU??

I know I've been utterly silent on the internet and living inside my own head again, etc., etc., I am working on that. Things about which I have not been posting include: a host of fannish meta (including—but by no means limited to!—lurking, appropriation, racism, intersectionality, the Holmes/Watson dynamic, characters of color, the broccoli test, and the state of the fandom), Avoidant Personality Disorder, the fourteen television shows I am following, doping in tennis, current issues in delicious bookmarking, human-computer interface design, and this absolutely asinine article in the Economist that pissed me off really bad three months ago. In the meantime: when you see this, post a poem. Right?

You Can Have It
Philip Levine

My brother comes home from work
and climbs the stairs to our room.
I can hear the bed groan and his shoes drop
one by one. You can have it, he says.

The moonlight streams in the window
and his unshaven face is whitened
like the face of the moon. He will sleep
long after noon and waken to find me gone.

Thirty years will pass before I remember
that moment when suddenly I knew each man
has one brother who dies when he sleeps
and sleeps when he rises to face this life,

and that together they are only one man
sharing a heart that always labours, hands
yellowed and cracked, a mouth that gasps
for breath and asks, Am I gonna make it?

All night at the ice plant he had fed
the chute its silvery blocks, and then I
stacked cases of orange soda for the children
of Kentucky, one gray boxcar at a time

with always two more waiting. We were twenty
for such a short time and always in
the wrong clothes, crusted with dirt
and sweat. I think now we were never twenty.

In 1948 the city of Detroit, founded
by de la Mothe Cadillac for the distant purposes
of Henry Ford, no one wakened or died,
no one walked the streets or stoked a furnace,

for there was no such year, and now
that year has fallen off all the old newspapers,
calendars, doctors' appointments, bonds
wedding certificates, drivers licenses.

The city slept. The snow turned to ice.
The ice to standing pools or rivers
racing in the gutters. Then the bright grass rose
between the thousands of cracked squares,

and that grass died. I give you back 1948.
I give you all the years from then
to the coming one. Give me back the moon
with its frail light falling across a face.

Give me back my young brother, hard
and furious, with wide shoulders and a curse
for God and burning eyes that look upon
all creation and say, You can have it.

[identity profile] gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com 2010-03-17 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"I think now we were never twenty" is the theme of this year so far.

By the by, did a package with a less amazing-smelling but hopefully useful thing happen to find you?

[identity profile] walkingshadow.livejournal.com 2010-03-22 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
did a package with a less amazing-smelling but hopefully useful thing happen to find you?

Oh my goodness, it did!! It took a lot longer to find me than I think it was supposed to, due to delivery shenanigans (UPS wouldn't leave it without a signature, there was no one at the house to sign for it during the day, it eventually got routed to the office, they had to figure out it was for me, etc. etc.) but I was so, so excited to get it! Thank you so much! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ There is NOTHING more useful than Target, at which it so happens that one can ALSO purchase amazing-smelling things, you have therefore provided for all possibilities. Thank you also for your bimonthly email update, to which I am working on a response. I'm going to try to be a better friend this year. ♥

"I think now we were never twenty" is the theme of this year so far.

For real. :/ For me, "there was no such year" has been the theme for the last THREE years. It's so time for a change.