Wolf Parade "This Heart's On Fire"

A.C. Newman - I'm Not Talking

Haim "Forever" (Official Music Video)

my gurls

Miike Snow - "The Wave" (Official Video)

cray part II

Miike Snow - Paddling Out

that shit cray

James Blake - CMYK

Walls - Burnt Sienna

Walls - Sunporch (Official Video)

we on next level

Jeremih - Imma Star (Everywhere We Are)

Lana Del Rey - Summertime Sadness

Little Dragon - Feather (From their album: "Machine Dreams") with lyrics

The Donkeys - Lower The Heavens

feelin too many songs today

Orka Veer- Mutuality

Langhorne Slim Sings "I Love You, But Goodbye"

The Vaccines - Somebody else's child

Aaron Copland - Billy the Kid

Alabama Shakes - Hold On (Official Video)

Charles Bradley - Why Is It So Hard (Live on KEXP)

my sentiments

these words are beautiful and as of late they have been my sentiments precisely...

Ah, look at all the lonely people 
Ah, look at all the lonely people 

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been, 
Lives in a dream 
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door 
Who is it for? 

All the lonely people 
Where do they all come from? 
All the lonely people 
Where do they all belong? 
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/b/beatles/eleanor+rigby_10026674.html ] 
Father Mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear 
No one comes near. 
Look at him working, darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there 
What does he care? 

All the lonely people 
Where do they all come from? 
All the lonely people 
Where do they all belong? 

Ah, look at all the lonely people 
Ah, look at all the lonely people 

Eleanor Rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came 
Father Mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave 
No one was saved 

All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people) 
Where do they all come from? 
All the lonely people (ah, look at all the lonely people) 
Where do they all belong?

MGMT - "Boogie Down" Music Video

School of Seven Bells - "Half Asleep"

Bear Hands - Crime Pays

Hooray for Earth - True Loves

Cut Copy - Need You Now

the olympic spirit - and they spent waaay to much on this music video

Phantogram "When I'm Small"

can't get enough

Wye Oak - Mother (Danzig cover)

and i met her at Ben's dinner party

The Strokes - You Only Live Once

Miike Snow - In For The Kill Cover

Digitalism - 2 Hearts (Official Video)

sometimes I see myself driving away

Ruby Frost and Mt. Eden - Oh That I Had

Metric, "Twilight Galaxy"

Phantogram - Turning Into Stone

Miike Snow - Animal

and another Jango find

Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Skeletons

great Jango find

The Police - So Lonely

Pastor T.L. Barrett & the Youth For Christ Choir - Nobody Knows

College & Electric Youth - A Real Hero (Drive Original Movie Soundtrack)

Kavinsky - Nightcall (Drive Original Movie Soundtrack)

mux mool - get better john

kinda out there, but digging

(STEREO) The Ecstasy of Gold by Ennio Morricone

Ray LaMontagne Trouble

Phantogram "When I'm Small"

been taking time off

Reptar - Stuck In My ID

thnx jamie!

Sia - Breathe Me (KCRW 2007)

Madeon - Pop Culture (live mashup)

Sly & The Family Stone - A Family Affair

Famous Blue Raincoat - Leonard cohen

and still more...

Love in Vain - Rolling Stones Stripped

woke up to some heavy blues

Manny Pacquiao Ultimate Highlight Johnnysmack7

fave fighter... can't wait for June 7th

Shuggie Otis - Aht Uh Mi Hed

Shuggie Otis - Strawberry Letter 23

Shuggie Otis - Inspiration Information [HQ Audio]

oh yeah...

U2 AND JOHNNY CASH -- THE WANDERER by U2MIXER

i went wandering with nothing but the thought of you

Hall & Oates - She's Gone video

best video of all time

Brian Eno - Cindy Tells Me

voxhaul vs. wildcat

Carina Round - The Last Time Directed by Scott Rhea

craving carina

Brian Eno's The Big Ship

WoW

Brian Eno & David Byrne "Strange Overtones"

dunno about this video

Tapioca and the Flea - Home

Carina Round Backseat (Official Video)

Matt and Kim - "Good for Great" - Sidewalks

and more...

MATT AND KIM - "CAMERAS" (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

and more...

MATT AND KIM - "BLOCK AFTER BLOCK" (OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO)

pick up your day with this

Carina Round- For Everything A Reason

Carina Round is haunting my days... and its all soo good

the dogs in Pino' town have no manners...

Misfits - Hybrid Moments

Carina Round - Girl And The Ghost

Carina Round - Girl And The Ghost Download it

Superhumanoids - Geri

Theme Park - Two Hours

playing catch-up

Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx - 'I'll Take Care Of U'

The xx- Heart Skipped a Beat [with lyrics]

rough day

The Drums - Days

Fruit Bats The Ruminant Band Singing Joy To The World

Lyrics For the above:

He got lonely every time the cantina lights came up on the Indian Casino Queen

Cause he'd loved her from the time she'd been the waitress at the Mexican place where he'd left his keys

She'd been there smiling at the lost and found

Then he took her to see Three Dog Night

They were playing at the fair grounds

Holding hands singing "Joy to the World"

She was way too young but he did not care

He was all right with cashing in

a few fine moments before his broken heart kicked in

He died a little bit each time the night came in

And the stars fell over Michigan

'Cause he'd loved her at the bar when he saw her dancing to

"I Could Never Take the Place of Your Man"

Then he'd come over to his usual spot

Soon they were making out at 3AM in the empty parking lot

They lay together under the burnt out stars

She never loved him back

It wasn't even close

But he was fine to just pretend

That it was never gonna end

And it was worth it just to know

A little warmth before the snow

GROUND TROUBLE JAW / EPISODE 8

Kurt Vile "Baby's Arms"

I Want Someone Badly / Shudder To Think with Jeff Buckley

Starting a music blog:

Bill Withers - Lovely Day (Original Version)

Who killed the electric car... never seen it

have seen this tho:
http://www.scientificblogging.com/news_releases/afs_trinity_150_mpg_suv_being_suppressed_auto_industry

Prada

dana mania

MOVIE FEST

politically charged

Watched a whole bunch of Colbert, Oreilly, Olbermann: figuring out politics

Ben Karlin on the times

http://youtube.com/watch?v=qCpwEuYX_b4

Times top 100: figuring out life goals

http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/article/0,28804,1733748_1733757,00.html

more to come, gotta write and work.

Noticed my name slipping among google hits, top 3 was my facebook page which was a bit embarrassing. interesting thought tho, another reason to step up research and get published

Little brother had the interesting idea to stave off boredome, two wikipedia pages click continuously until they meet up. I think finding that 16 point connection in information just like the web of people is pretty brilliant

there is a moment right before you begin to write, but you feel it overcoming your modest desires, and when that moment comes it's like diving off

Quotes: "Forget the epic, the masterwork ... you only have time to explode." Nathanael West

"In [my uncle Manny's] house ... something good was always coming up, and not just good but fantastic, transforming, triumphant ... his unpredictable manipulations of fact freed my mind to lope and skip among fantasies of my own, but always underneath was the river of his sadness." Arthur Miller

Carl Dennis,

The Man on My Porch Makes Me an Offer

"Above all houses in our town

I've always loved this blue one you own

With its round turret and big bay window.

Do you dream about it the way I do?

Wouldn't you be just as happy

On a street with more trees

In a larger house, whose columned porch

Impresses every passer-by?

Does it seem fair that you've won the right

To gaze from these windows your whole life

Merely because you saw them first,

And consign me to a life of envy?"

At Becky's Piano Recital
Maybe her patience this morning at the pond
Was another good sign,
The way she waited for the frog to croak again
So she could find its hiding place and admire it.
There it was, in the reeds, to any casual passerby
Only a fist-sized speckled stone.
All the way home she wondered out loud
What kind of enemies a frog must have
To make it live so hidden, so disguised.
Whatever enemies follow her when she's grown,

what kind of town...

Poetry Trip

if strangers meet

if strangers meet

life begins-

not poor not rich

(only aware)

kind neither

nor cruel

(only complete)

i not not you

not possible;

only truthful

-truthfully,once

if strangers(who

deep our most are

selves)touch:

forever

(and so to dark)

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                    i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

[somewhere i have never travelled]

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond

any experience,your eyes have their silence:

in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,

or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me

though i have closed myself as fingers,

you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens

(touching skilfully,mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and

my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,

as when the heart of this flower imagines

the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals

the power of your intense fragility: whose texture

compels me with the color of its countries,

rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes

and opens; only something in me understands

the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)

nobody,not even the rain, has such small hands

Playlist

the Submarines - Peace and Hate
Band of Horses - Funeral
Explosions in the Sky - Look into the Air
Explosions in the SKy - Your hand in Mine
Keane - With or Without You
The Album Leaf - Over the Pond
The Killers - Read My Mind

June Gloom

In LA June is the most miserable of months, Smog blocks the sun nearly the entire month as the hot days stretch by. So far, the first 6 days of the month have been uncharacteristically cold. But the nitrous oxides, sulfates, and ozone have been present to keep the sky masked in a unsettling haze.

In my unsophisticated knowledge of poetry I encountered this poem nearly three years ago, and am still trying to digest these words having read through several times always with a great deal of confusion. Every season change brings the words to my mind, and the winter kept us warm, covering the earth in a forgetful snow. and I will show you fear in a handful of dust reminds me of the redrock canyonlands

The Waste Land

I. THE BURIAL OF THE DEAD APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering	5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,	10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm' aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke's,
My cousin's, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,	15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,	20
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,	25
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.	30
Frisch weht der Wind
Der Heimat zu.
Mein Irisch Kind,
Wo weilest du?
'You gave me hyacinths first a year ago;	35
'They called me the hyacinth girl.'
—Yet when we came back, late, from the Hyacinth garden,
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,	40
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
Od' und leer das Meer.
Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante,
Had a bad cold, nevertheless
Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe,	45
With a wicked pack of cards. Here, said she,
Is your card, the drowned Phoenician Sailor,
(Those are pearls that were his eyes. Look!)
Here is Belladonna, the Lady of the Rocks,
The lady of situations.	50
Here is the man with three staves, and here the Wheel,
And here is the one-eyed merchant, and this card,
Which is blank, is something he carries on his back,
Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find
The Hanged Man. Fear death by water.	55
I see crowds of people, walking round in a ring.
Thank you. If you see dear Mrs. Equitone,
Tell her I bring the horoscope myself:
One must be so careful these days.
Unreal City,	60
Under the brown fog of a winter dawn,
A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many,
I had not thought death had undone so many.
Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled,
And each man fixed his eyes before his feet.	65
Flowed up the hill and down King William Street,
To where Saint Mary Woolnoth kept the hours
With a dead sound on the final stroke of nine.
There I saw one I knew, and stopped him, crying 'Stetson!
'You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!	70
'That corpse you planted last year in your garden,
'Has it begun to sprout? Will it bloom this year?
'Or has the sudden frost disturbed its bed?
'Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men,
'Or with his nails he'll dig it up again!	75
'You! hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!'
II. A GAME OF CHESS THE Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne,
Glowed on the marble, where the glass
Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines
From which a golden Cupidon peeped out	80
(Another hid his eyes behind his wing)
Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra
Reflecting light upon the table as
The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it,
From satin cases poured in rich profusion;	85
In vials of ivory and coloured glass
Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes,
Unguent, powdered, or liquid—troubled, confused
And drowned the sense in odours; stirred by the air
That freshened from the window, these ascended	90
In fattening the prolonged candle-flames,
Flung their smoke into the laquearia,
Stirring the pattern on the coffered ceiling.
Huge sea-wood fed with copper
Burned green and orange, framed by the coloured stone,	95
In which sad light a carvèd dolphin swam.
Above the antique mantel was displayed
As though a window gave upon the sylvan scene
The change of Philomel, by the barbarous king
So rudely forced; yet there the nightingale	100
Filled all the desert with inviolable voice
And still she cried, and still the world pursues,
'Jug Jug' to dirty ears.
And other withered stumps of time
Were told upon the walls; staring forms	105
Leaned out, leaning, hushing the room enclosed.
Footsteps shuffled on the stair.
Under the firelight, under the brush, her hair
Spread out in fiery points
Glowed into words, then would be savagely still.	110
'My nerves are bad to-night. Yes, bad. Stay with me.
'Speak to me. Why do you never speak? Speak.
'What are you thinking of? What thinking? What?
'I never know what you are thinking. Think.'
I think we are in rats' alley	115
Where the dead men lost their bones.
'What is that noise?'
The wind under the door.
'What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?'
Nothing again nothing.	120
'Do
'You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember
'Nothing?'
I remember
Those are pearls that were his eyes.	125
'Are you alive, or not? Is there nothing in your head?'
But
O O O O that Shakespeherian Rag—
It's so elegant
So intelligent	130
'What shall I do now? What shall I do?'
'I shall rush out as I am, and walk the street
'With my hair down, so. What shall we do to-morrow?
'What shall we ever do?'
The hot water at ten.	135
And if it rains, a closed car at four.
And we shall play a game of chess,
Pressing lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
When Lil's husband got demobbed, I said—
I didn't mince my words, I said to her myself,	140
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Now Albert's coming back, make yourself a bit smart.
He'll want to know what you done with that money he gave you
To get yourself some teeth. He did, I was there.
You have them all out, Lil, and get a nice set,	145
He said, I swear, I can't bear to look at you.
And no more can't I, I said, and think of poor Albert,
He's been in the army four years, he wants a good time,
And if you don't give it him, there's others will, I said.
Oh is there, she said. Something o' that, I said.	150
Then I'll know who to thank, she said, and give me a straight look.
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
If you don't like it you can get on with it, I said.
Others can pick and choose if you can't.
But if Albert makes off, it won't be for lack of telling.	155
You ought to be ashamed, I said, to look so antique.
(And her only thirty-one.)
I can't help it, she said, pulling a long face,
It's them pills I took, to bring it off, she said.
(She's had five already, and nearly died of young George.)	160
The chemist said it would be alright, but I've never been the same.
You are a proper fool, I said.
Well, if Albert won't leave you alone, there it is, I said,
What you get married for if you don't want children?
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME	165
Well, that Sunday Albert was home, they had a hot gammon,
And they asked me in to dinner, to get the beauty of it hot—
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
HURRY UP PLEASE IT'S TIME
Goonight Bill. Goonight Lou. Goonight May. Goonight.	170
Ta ta. Goonight. Goonight.
Good night, ladies, good night, sweet ladies, good night, good night.
III. THE FIRE SERMON THE river's tent is broken: the last fingers of leaf
Clutch and sink into the wet bank. The wind
Crosses the brown land, unheard. The nymphs are departed.	175
Sweet Thames, run softly, till I end my song.
The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers,
Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends
Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.
And their friends, the loitering heirs of city directors;	180
Departed, have left no addresses.
By the waters of Leman I sat down and wept...
Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song,
Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.
But at my back in a cold blast I hear	185
The rattle of the bones, and chuckle spread from ear to ear.
A rat crept softly through the vegetation
Dragging its slimy belly on the bank
While I was fishing in the dull canal
On a winter evening round behind the gashouse	190
Musing upon the king my brother's wreck
And on the king my father's death before him.
White bodies naked on the low damp ground
And bones cast in a little low dry garret,
Rattled by the rat's foot only, year to year.	195
But at my back from time to time I hear
The sound of horns and motors, which shall bring
Sweeney to Mrs. Porter in the spring.
O the moon shone bright on Mrs. Porter
And on her daughter	200
They wash their feet in soda water
Et, O ces voix d'enfants, chantant dans la coupole!
Twit twit twit
Jug jug jug jug jug jug
So rudely forc'd.	205
Tereu
Unreal City
Under the brown fog of a winter noon
Mr. Eugenides, the Smyrna merchant
Unshaven, with a pocket full of currants	210
C.i.f. London: documents at sight,
Asked me in demotic French
To luncheon at the Cannon Street Hotel
Followed by a weekend at the Metropole.
At the violet hour, when the eyes and back	215
Turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits
Like a taxi throbbing waiting,
I Tiresias, though blind, throbbing between two lives,
Old man with wrinkled female breasts, can see
At the violet hour, the evening hour that strives	220
Homeward, and brings the sailor home from sea,
The typist home at teatime, clears her breakfast, lights
Her stove, and lays out food in tins.
Out of the window perilously spread
Her drying combinations touched by the sun's last rays,	225
On the divan are piled (at night her bed)
Stockings, slippers, camisoles, and stays.
I Tiresias, old man with wrinkled dugs
Perceived the scene, and foretold the rest—
I too awaited the expected guest.	230
He, the young man carbuncular, arrives,
A small house agent's clerk, with one bold stare,
One of the low on whom assurance sits
As a silk hat on a Bradford millionaire.
The time is now propitious, as he guesses,	235
The meal is ended, she is bored and tired,
Endeavours to engage her in caresses
Which still are unreproved, if undesired.
Flushed and decided, he assaults at once;
Exploring hands encounter no defence;	240
His vanity requires no response,
And makes a welcome of indifference.
(And I Tiresias have foresuffered all
Enacted on this same divan or bed;
I who have sat by Thebes below the wall	245
And walked among the lowest of the dead.)
Bestows on final patronising kiss,
And gropes his way, finding the stairs unlit...
She turns and looks a moment in the glass,
Hardly aware of her departed lover;	250
Her brain allows one half-formed thought to pass:
'Well now that's done: and I'm glad it's over.'
When lovely woman stoops to folly and
Paces about her room again, alone,
She smoothes her hair with automatic hand,	255
And puts a record on the gramophone.
'This music crept by me upon the waters'
And along the Strand, up Queen Victoria Street.
O City city, I can sometimes hear
Beside a public bar in Lower Thames Street,	260
The pleasant whining of a mandoline
And a clatter and a chatter from within
Where fishmen lounge at noon: where the walls
Of Magnus Martyr hold
Inexplicable splendour of Ionian white and gold.	265
The river sweats
Oil and tar
The barges drift
With the turning tide
Red sails	270
Wide
To leeward, swing on the heavy spar.
The barges wash
Drifting logs
Down Greenwich reach	275
Past the Isle of Dogs.
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Elizabeth and Leicester
Beating oars	280
The stern was formed
A gilded shell
Red and gold
The brisk swell
Rippled both shores	285
Southwest wind
Carried down stream
The peal of bells
White towers
Weialala leia	290
Wallala leialala
'Trams and dusty trees.
Highbury bore me. Richmond and Kew
Undid me. By Richmond I raised my knees
Supine on the floor of a narrow canoe.'	295
'My feet are at Moorgate, and my heart
Under my feet. After the event
He wept. He promised "a new start".
I made no comment. What should I resent?'
'On Margate Sands.	300
I can connect
Nothing with nothing.
The broken fingernails of dirty hands.
My people humble people who expect
Nothing.'	305
la la
To Carthage then I came
Burning burning burning burning
O Lord Thou pluckest me out
O Lord Thou pluckest	310
burning
IV. DEATH BY WATER PHLEBAS the Phoenician, a fortnight dead,
Forgot the cry of gulls, and the deep seas swell
And the profit and loss.
A current under sea	315
Picked his bones in whispers. As he rose and fell
He passed the stages of his age and youth
Entering the whirlpool.
Gentile or Jew
O you who turn the wheel and look to windward,	320
Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.
V. WHAT THE THUNDER SAID AFTER the torchlight red on sweaty faces
After the frosty silence in the gardens
After the agony in stony places
The shouting and the crying	325
Prison and place and reverberation
Of thunder of spring over distant mountains
He who was living is now dead
We who were living are now dying
With a little patience	330
Here is no water but only rock
Rock and no water and the sandy road
The road winding above among the mountains
Which are mountains of rock without water
If there were water we should stop and drink	335
Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think
Sweat is dry and feet are in the sand
If there were only water amongst the rock
Dead mountain mouth of carious teeth that cannot spit
Here one can neither stand nor lie nor sit	340
There is not even silence in the mountains
But dry sterile thunder without rain
There is not even solitude in the mountains
But red sullen faces sneer and snarl
From doors of mudcracked houses If there were water	345
And no rock
If there were rock
And also water
And water
A spring	350
A pool among the rock
If there were the sound of water only
Not the cicada
And dry grass singing
But sound of water over a rock	355
Where the hermit-thrush sings in the pine trees
Drip drop drip drop drop drop drop
But there is no water
Who is the third who walks always beside you?
When I count, there are only you and I together	360
But when I look ahead up the white road
There is always another one walking beside you
Gliding wrapt in a brown mantle, hooded
I do not know whether a man or a woman
—But who is that on the other side of you?	365
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only	370
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London	375
Unreal
A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings	380
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
In this decayed hole among the mountains	385
In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing
Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel
There is the empty chapel, only the wind's home.
It has no windows, and the door swings,
Dry bones can harm no one.	390
Only a cock stood on the rooftree
Co co rico co co rico
In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust
Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves	395
Waited for rain, while the black clouds
Gathered far distant, over Himavant.
The jungle crouched, humped in silence.
Then spoke the thunder
D A	400
Datta: what have we given?
My friend, blood shaking my heart
The awful daring of a moment's surrender
Which an age of prudence can never retract
By this, and this only, we have existed	405
Which is not to be found in our obituaries
Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider
Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor
In our empty rooms
D A	410
Dayadhvam: I have heard the key
Turn in the door once and turn once only
We think of the key, each in his prison
Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison
Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours	415
Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus
D A
Damyata: The boat responded
Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar
The sea was calm, your heart would have responded	420
Gaily, when invited, beating obedient
To controlling hands
I sat upon the shore
Fishing, with the arid plain behind me
Shall I at least set my lands in order?	425
London Bridge is falling down falling down falling down
Poi s'ascose nel foco che gli affina
Quando fiam ceu chelidon—O swallow swallow
Le Prince d'Aquitaine à la tour abolie
These fragments I have shored against my ruins	430
Why then Ile fit you. Hieronymo's mad againe.
Datta. Dayadhvam. Damyata.
Shantih shantih shantih