Tuesday, March 15, 2005

This Is Not Fun

As you can see, I finally began to pack. I am almost embarrassed about how much stuff I have. Also, packing up this room has proven to be more sad than I would have thought.


Merisi's Vienna For Beginners said...

For heaven's sake, where have you been squirreling all that stuff away? Was it hanging from the ceiling or what? *lach*
Good luck & big hug,

Laura said...

Rofl, you suck. Give me stuff, I want stuff. Well, have fun. ):

Merisi's Vienna For Beginners said...

I have been shredding paper all morning. :-)
Where are your bags now?
Love, M.

Merisi's Vienna For Beginners said...

I Chop Some Parsley While Listening to Art Blakey's Version of "Three Blind Mice"

And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.

Or was it a common accident, all three caught
in a searing explosion, a firework perhaps?
If not,
if each came to his or her blindness separately,

how did they ever manage to find one another?
Would it not be difficult for a blind mouse
to locate even one fellow mouse with vision
let alone two other blind ones?

And how, in their tiny darkness,
could they possibly have run after a farmer's wife
or anyone else's wife for that matter?
Not to mention why.

Just so she could cut off their tails
with a carving knife, is the cynic's answer,
but the thought of them without eyes
and now without tails to trail through the moist grass

or slip around the corner of a baseboard
has the cynic who always lounges within me
up off his couch and at the window
trying to hid the rising softness that he feels.

By now I am on to dicing an onion
which might account for the wet stinging
in my own eyes, tough Freddie Hubbard's
mournful trumpet on "Blue Moon,"

which happens to be the next cut,
cannot be said to be making matters any better.

--Billy Collins


Merisi's Vienna For Beginners said...

so, you haven't cleaned up yet? or are you out of film? why don't you recycle everything here:
running for cover,
m. :-)