The Desolate Field
by William Carlos Williams
Vast and grey, the sky
is a simulacrum
to all but him whose days
are vast and grey and --
In the tall, dried grasses
a goat stirs
with nozzle searching the ground.
My head is in the air
but who am I . . . ?
-- and my heart stops amazed
at the thought of love
vast and grey
yearning silently over me.
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Waah! It's Friday the 13th! And a stripey gray kitten just crossed my path, meowing...should I worry? Nah...
The two Washington Post reviews of Nemesis were so brutal that I was howling aloud as I read them. Now, I had already skimmed the novelization, which sucked, but I thought maybe it was just that J.M. Dillard can't write for shit. Now I suspect it's the screenplay itself that sucks. Maybe I'll go see Equilibrium after all -- Ebert liked that a lot better, and it has Sean Bean reading Yeats.
Speaking of whom, from The Compleat Sean Bean...a holiday card from the Macbeths!
Here's Viggo in Flaunt. I'm sure everyone has seen these already. I just love them.
Swiped from
I'm meeting
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