Well Said Sundays; A Quote to Note XII - This week, a poem

John Keats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci

O WHAT can ail thee, knight-at-arms,
Alone and palely loitering?
The sedge has wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms!
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel’s granary is full,
And the harvest’s done.
I see a lily on thy brow
With anguish moist and fever dew,
And on thy cheeks a fading rose
Fast withereth too.
I met a lady in the meads,
Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.
I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look’d at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.
I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long,
For sidelong would she bend, and sing
A faery’s song.
She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew,
And sure in language strange she said—
“I love thee true.”
She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she wept, and sigh’d fill sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
With kisses four.
And there she lulled me asleep,
And there I dream’d—Ah! woe betide!
The latest dream I ever dream’d
On the cold hill’s side.
I saw pale kings and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
They cried—“La Belle Dame sans Merci
Hath thee in thrall!”
I saw their starved lips in the gloam,
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke and found me here,
On the cold hill’s side.
And this is why I sojourn here,
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither’d from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Well Said Sundays; A Quote to Note XI

MONTY

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My Secret Shame.

 I am ashamed to admit, that, like many a bored gal, I sometimes give some vague extremely detailed thought to what I would like my wedding day to look like. No, I am not planning an actual wedding. Oh well!

I have recently concluded that the ideal setting is an abandoned, deteriorating church, with the no roof, thus exposing the big beautiful sky!

Of course, fairy lights will be added, and flowers, but nothing too much, I think weddings these days are, for the most part totally disgusting, over the top and lacking in taste.  In some ways, even these magical settings are too much for me; I'd probably rather have a backyard bbq, and be barefoot in a gorgeous gown, sipping gorgeous champagne with my gorgeous family and friends.

I'm not too worried either way since I am not engaged. Being a girl is so fun and funny.

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Skinny Dipper

I'm so terribly sad because I haven't gone skinny dipping once this summer!

I'm not sure I'm quite at a point where I'm prepared to jump into the East River, but still!

I have a few more weeks to make this happen for myself! Wish me luck!

I think we can all agree, (even the babies that read this blog) there is hardly anything better than being nude and feeling the rush of cold water on a hot day.

With friends!

Or alone.

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Well Said Sundays; A Quote to Note X

"Disco is just jitterbug."

-Fred Astaire

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Important (?) Question

Why do people say they are "in their own bubble" as though a bubble is an impenetrable structure? Shouldn't it be their own "coffin" or "cave' or something like that? Perhaps not, as its not good to be in a bubble; they are lucky then that bubbles are so easily destroyed.

 

I probably sound stoned. I am not.  I just liked this picture and felt I'd better write something heavy-handed to go along with it. That is what I love to do, after-all! 

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Well Said Sundays; A Quote to Note IX

This past Monday was "Friendship Day"

Never heard of that before, but thought I'd devote this weeks quotes to the subject of friendship.

Personally, I have always been incredibly lucky with the friends in my life; I feel very, very rich.

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.
Albert Camus  

True friends stab you in the front.
Oscar Wilde 

It's the friends you can call up at 4 a.m. that matter.
Marlene Dietrich  

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.
Marcel Proust  

The friendship that can cease has never been real.
  Saint Jerome 

A Moment for Tackiness IV; Heaven on Earth Addition

I still really do want these things. 

I'm freaking out. I don't want all this stuff, I NEED IT.  I also NEED adult sized sneakers that have the capability of shooting out little roller stamps...I'm talk to you Converse.

I didn't have the Treasure Rocks Box, BUT I did have the Tresure Rocks, rocks to gems converter jar, which was pure magic.

Beach Road Trip

Sounds good right now.

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Dressing Room

There is something endlessly interesting about watching a woman prepare herself for the stage, or for daily life; there is something sacred and personal about the space in which she does this.

This isn't a dressing room shot, but I have a hard time resisting ballerinas.

 

As a little girl, I always took great pleasure in watching my mother put on her lipstick and pick out something  to wear for a date with my father or for a dinner party. It is a special ritual between mother and child, the child watching in awe, and the mother genuinely concerned with the child's opinion.

 

The way a person's face changes when they look in the mirror can be both telling and mystifying.

 

There is nothing more fun than getting ready with girlfriends.

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Immobile Travelers

 

As a child, there was always something I found absolutely mystifying about figureheads on ships. 

I  found them somehow scandalous and sexy. There was also a part of me that, I think, considered becoming one a possible career path. In part I  looked up to these women and yet couldn't quite tell if the were friend of foe.

 

I'm still not entirely sure how I feel about them. I definitely think they are beautiful, but I still feel slightly intimidated . Or maybe I am a little judgmental , I think of them as being loose women, or somehow lacking in morals; in actuality they are probably just free spirits and much more forward thinking than I, not to mention the fact that they are constantly surrounded by large groups of raucous men.

 

Not small.

In The Wood-carver’s Shop, illustration by Howard Pyle for “By Land and Sea”, published in Harper’s Monthly, December 1895.

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How Did I Miss This??

 

Can't wait for the DVD.