I want to step back and away from the
silliness of my last two entries here at
the Gaslight Hotel-- and post some-
thing that is so meaningful to me and
something that identifies much of my
mostly wasted time here on earth.
"None of us can help the things life has
done to us. They're done before you
realize it, and once they're done they
make you do other things until at last
everything comes between you and
what you'd like to be, and you've lost
your true self forever."
-- Mary Tyrone, O’Neill’s
Long Day’s Journey Into Night
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but what about the flip side:
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night's
journey
into
day?
what would long-suffering wives say about that?
They must make the night longer
ReplyDeleteby finding a lover during the day;
thereby making the day shorter--
as time huries by when in delight
and the night is better slept.
"I sometimes think the night is more
brightly colored than the day."
(Vincent VG) --
My add-- "That is, if the day has been
brighted by a lover-- a park in shadowsm
of plane trees and sycamore, ponds with
swans, old cafes run down, hotel rooms
cheap and musty, tea cold in cups, shoes
slipped off and scattered, clothes drsped
over the only chair in town.
All things to brighten.
Be happy.
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dt
whose need for love is enormous.