Leaving (Dedicated to Carla Guzzardo)


I wish it would rain tonight
as I drive down this highway
which rises over the neighborhood
like a shelf over my old dollhouse.
I still see her,
lingering over our dinner,
her glasses falling down her nose,
she pushing them up.
Strong in her faith that this time,
they will stay where they belong.

I see her smiling at me,
that smile that always managed
to make me follow suit
even when I had almost every reason not to.

I'm tired of watching that old moon
glide alongside my window
trying to cheer me up,
as if its presence
could somehow make up for
her absence.

A part of me will always be there,
sitting across from her
at that dinner table,
at all our shared tables.

The other part
willingly hugged her good-bye,
slipped on my shoes,
got in the driver's seat
and turned the key.

The engine roars in my ears
like a crowd at New Years eve.
joyous for another chance,
another page turned.

Still, my windshield is blurring
like an impressionist painting --
and every star stands uncovered in the sky.

-Carmen Rane Hudson

This year 75 percent of my friends either got engaged or tied the knot. This is for all of you.

The four pillars of a long lasting (and happy) relationship.

Love. The foundation of every relationship. It occurs when you care about someone. Interestingly, you can love someone without even liking them. Key words are compassion, trust, respect.

Like. To like someone means enjoying spending time with that person. Being friends. Key words are laughter, fun, interest.

Lust. Don't underestimate the importance of this one. Wanting to hold your partner, to kiss them, to make love. If the sizzle is gone, the relationship loses intensity. Finding each other attractive is vital for longevity.

Learn. Partners must inspire each other. Impress each other. Push each other to new places. Challenge and motivate your partner, learn from them, and teach them.
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This is a TV series called GIA in 1998. I was searching for someting else and i found these memorable quotes
Believe me they are titled just that

Francesco: I know, I know. Life is so disappointing. Here you are. You have arrived. You are here. This is your moment. What do you have? You have pain. You have everything. What do you have? You have nothing. Everything is right, or everything is wrong. It's disappointing, it's confusing. This is life. What can we do?
Gia Carangi: People keep going away from me, that hurts.
Francesco: Work. You have a gift, use it. Life, life will be there later. When you have worked, and you have lived, and you know who you are, life is easy. Work. It's the only answer I know.
Gia Carangi: I should have been a rock star. But I can't sing.
Francesco: Work now. You'll live later, hm?
Gia Carangi: Hmm, hmm. You'd say anything to get that shot.
Francesco: Hmm, yeah. In this case I am saying the truth.

Labels: advice, TV show

I'm only human, I'm just a woman.
Help me believe in what I could be
And all that I am.
Show me the stairway, I have to climb.
Lord for my sake, teach me to take
One day at a time.

Chorus:
One day at a time sweet Jesus
That's all I'm asking from you.
Just give me the strength
To do everyday what I have to do.
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus
And tomorrow may never be mine.
Lord help me today, show me the way
One day at a time.

Do you remember, when you walked among men?
Well Jesus you know if you're looking below
It's worse now, than then.
Cheating and stealing, violence and crime
So for my sake, teach me to take
One day at a time.


(Marijohn Wilkins / Kris Kristofferson)

Cristy Lane

Labels: Lyrics

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There'll be sun

Just thinkin' about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
'Til there's none

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And grin,
And say,
Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
'Til tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

When I'm stuck with a day
That's gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin,
and grin,
and say,
Oh

The sun'll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on 'til
Tomorrow
Come what may

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
I love ya
Tomorrow

You're always
A day away

Labels: Annie, Song

By the river stood a tree.
A strong solid oak rooted deep.
One day it heard the cry of a wounded sparrow
that had clipped a wing in a vicious fight.
The predators of the night were circling below.
Looking for prey.
The solid oak reached down with a branch
scooping up his new found friend
carrying her into the safety of the sky.
For days they played.
Until the sparrow's wing healed.
And she tested flight and flew away.
Never to return?
The tree felt sadness.
And then betrayal.
And then incredible shame,
as it realized.
The little sparrow could give nothing
that it hadn't already given.
It was the tree
who was in debt.

Labels: Poetry

The reaction against established intellectual academic poetry in the fifties took another form in the US and from there travelled to England with Sylvia Plath.


Robert Lowell and Theodore Roethke headed a group of poets called the Confessional poets. They were reacting against the poetry of T. S Eliot, Ezra Pound and Dylan Thomas.

Lowell and Roethke, together with younger poets like Anne Sexton and Sylvia Plath initiated a form of poetry which glorified the personal and the private and expressed their innermost secrets aloud for all to hear.

When Plath married Ted Hughes, an English poet and chose to make her home in the United Kingdom, the confessional movement no longer remained confine to the US.

Lowell first saw the horror, the boredom and the glory of Eliot's The Wasteland paralleled withing the mind. His Life Studies connects the meaningless and the hollowness of the outer world to the existing despair within

The Confessional poets had the desire to shock. They used unconventional themes, outspoken language and expressions of uncontained fury. The poet is forever seeking answers to questions that plague him on matters pertaining to his identity and situation in a larger scheme of things.

All this requires courage and it is courage that the confessional poets lay claim to the courage to come face to face with reality, no matter what the consequences, no matter how painful the experience.


Anne Sexton wrote an epigraph to To Bedlam and Part Way Back which is a quotation from a letter to Goethe from Schopenhauer.

"It is the courage to make a clean breast of it in the face of every question that makes a philosopher. He must be like Sophocles' Oedipus who, seeking enlightenment concerning his terrible fate, pursues his indefatigable inquiry, even when he divined that appalling horror awaits him in the answer. But most of us carry in our hearts the Jocasta who begs Oedipus for God's sake not to inquire further.

Sylvia Plath (10/27/1932-2/11/1963). Her father died when she was barely eight. She separated from her husband Ted Hughes. She first unsuccessfully attempted suicide at 21, the one of many and she finally succeeded at the age of 30, when she died on this day by if i am not wrong driving her volvo into the ocean.


The major part of poetry of Plath cries of helpless rage alternating with gloomy despair, its narcissistic concern with the individual self colouring all themes and subjects she chooses to write of.


Gregory Donovan, a VCU English professor, according to The Guardian says, "Poets don’t just come out of an overwhelming emotional experience.
"They come out of study and hard work. That's what made it possible to write such amazing poems later in life." :)

Meanwhile, this is an unpublished sonnet that Plath wrote in college while pondering themes in F Sott Fitzerland's novel The Great Gatsby
She wrote the phrase L'Ennuni (boredom) on her personal copy of the book alongside a passage in which Jay Gatsby's love interest Daisy Buchanan, complains that "I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything."

You can find it here

http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v5n2/poetry/plath_s/ennui.htm

Labels: Poetry