Roll Another Number For the Road

You seem to be where I belong.

The Thruway

Our two souls therefore, which are one, 

Though I must go, endure not yet 

A breach, but an expansion, 

Like gold to aery thinness beat

--John Donne

[Days like these even the pavement of the Thruway seems like that old gold thread between you and I love, you and I.]

Where Did You Sleep Last Night?

Fey

When you go away I am big-boned and fey

--Joanna Newsom

Indeed, she is "disordered in mind like one about to die," "possessing magical, fairylike, unearthly qualities," "accursed," and "fatal," all at once. She makes your head spin.

It's Only Castles Burning

burning

c. fig. That is on fire with feeling and passion, or that glows with vehemence; ardent, fiery.

The Pen Is My Sword; The Typewriter Is My Machine-gun

Apparently, typewriter not only refers to that old thing sitting on my coffee table of sorts, but also to a machine-gun. Indeed, the clacking of those old olive keys ought to leave one shuddering. Each poem is the word-terrorist's manifesto! Each ode I write to Love is a threat, a suicide note, a gravestone. 

And Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan All the Way

I Want To Be The Girl With The Most Cake

love him so much it just turns to hate

fake it so real i am beyond fake

someday you will ache like i ache

--hole

Before batter meant that doughy combination of ingredients that magically beckons to one's weary senses from the kitchen when dribbled into tins and put to bed in the oven to awake a beautiful cake for some love's birthday, it meant to "beat continuously and violently so as to bruise or shatter" since sometime around 1377. The OED notes another usage of batter that emerged a few years later yet remains rare and obsolete: to beat out metal. In the 16th century, batter became something of a military term. Indeed, the mixture that denotes the substance of our birthday cakes since the 15th century calls for just a teaspoon of violence to help the medicine go down; we're thus all "Doll Parts."

The Ephemeral Being of Journals

[this too shall pass.]

Journal was defined as ephemeral in the 17th century, according to the OED's entry for the adjective journal; a century earlier ephemeral referred to a disease that begins and ends in a day. 

This blog will be nothing more than that brief, awkward glimpse into the life of the girl who lives next to you, illuminated by the reflections of celestial bodies for but a moment before the clouds enshroud all and leave you alone again; this blog will be nothing more than the hint of light that beckons from beneath her doorway down the hall; this blog will be nothing more than the unbearable beauty of the almost-kiss of the love affair that never was and never will be, just a touch of neon love that leaves you both changed, forever, yet cannot stay, leaving everything else just a bit grey forever and ever amen.

Ephemeral, this blog too shall pass.

Waiting For The Man

blog, v.  

Computing.

To Write or maintain a weblog. Also: to read or browse through weblogs, esp. habitually [emphasis added].

Indeed, this blog will be habit-forming.