Ah! ever I behold
Thy dreamy, passionate eyes,
Blue as the languid skies
Hung with the sunset's fringe of gold;
Now strangely clear thine image grows,
And olden memories
Are startled from their long repose
Like shadows on the silent snows
When suddenly the night-wind blows
Where quiet moonlight lies
For some odd reason I am on this odd E.A. Poe kick lately....
Here is the link to an Awesome Artist, Patrica DiBona. She is the one I met at the flea market this past weekend. Her art just leaves me amazed!:
So the other day at work we got into this long discussion about Absinthe. Absinthe is also known as the Green Fairy, because of it's green color. It is a liquor that is made from distilled herbs. Supposedly, it's ingredient, Thujone, will give you a mild halucinogenic effect. Thujone as I understand comes from wormwood. Now, if you drink wormwood oil - obviously you would die. Abinsthe was popular in the 1800's however the sale of it was banned in the United States. Mainly because it was hurting wine imports or at least that is the theory. However it is not illegal to poessess it, only to SELL it in this country. Addiction to absinthe was called "Absinthism". Absinthe was popular among many artists and creative people because of the "clarity of mind" and "heightened creativity" it gave them supposedly anyways. More about absinthe later....
Here is something odd....I was out jogging in my neighborhood this evening and I saw a lady walking her dog...there was a cat that was behind them. When they turned the corner, the cat turned the corner and it went on like this for blocks...so finally I went up to her and I said half jokingly --- "Do you know that you have a cat following you?" She laughed and said "Yeah I know she is mine...whenever I take the dog out she comes out for a walk too and follow us all around the neighborhood" I have never seen such a sight! I have never met someone that takes their cat out on walks and where the cat actually follows obiediently!
A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream - that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
Today is awful...alone is a big empty house....
I think I will go out shopping for books later -that always makes me feel better
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