Miracle Ice Cream
By Adrienne Rich
Miracle's truck comes down the little avenue,
Scott Joplin ragtime strewn behind it like pearls,
and, yes, you can feel happy
with one piece of your heart.
Take what's still given: in a room's rich shadow
a woman's breasts swinging lightly as she bends.
Early now the pearl of dusk dissolves.
Late, you sit weighing the evening news,
fast-food miracles, ghostly revolutions,
the rest of your heart.
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Making me smile this morning in The Washington Post: "A Breath Of Fresh Stupidity", Peter Carlson's magazine column including a hysterical analysis of the latest Madonna spread in W, which starts like this: "Your mind is a casualty of the war in Iraq. In three weeks, you've watched 187 hours of war news on TV and read 423 war stories in the newspaper. At night, retired generals drone on in your dreams. Right now, you're desperately yearning to immerse your ravaged brain in something utterly mindless. You want stupidity and you want it now. Fortunately, you're in luck. The American magazine industry -- one of the world's foremost purveyors of mindless drivel -- has thoughtfully provided for all your stupidity needs."
i have issues. but i also recognise this fact and do what i can to resolve those issues. i may have spent a long time letting those issues control me, but now i'm ready to take the upper hand and wonder about the world around me. i'm getting to be well-balanced, but i'm not quite there yet.
how mad are you?
this quiz was made by piksy
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