Aunt Jennifer's tigers prance across a screen,
Bright topaz denizens of a world of green.
They do not fear the men beneath the tree;
They pace in sleek chivalric certainty.
Aunt Jennifer's fingers fluttering through her wool
Find even the ivory needle hard to pull.
The massive weight of Uncle's wedding band
Sits heavily upon Aunt Jennifer's hand.
When Aunt is dead, her terrified hands will lie
Still ringed with ordeals she was mastered by.
The tigers in the panel that she made
Will go on prancing, proud and unafraid.
-- Adrienne Rich
I also listened to a bunch of the cds i borrowed from pete. i did not like the pixies, but i liked mogwai, which was very mellow listening with few vocals; elliot smith, which had interesting lyrics; and velvet underground, which had good sounds and good lyrics.
i also got to talk to sara on the phone tonight. it was so good to hear her voice; for all its convenience, AIM will never completely replace the telephone. in less than two weeks she comes to fairfield!!!
also, attn rae: update thy blog, woman! even if it's just two sentences or a jumble of words. or sounds. grunts, even. how about musical notes? i'll even take your erotic poetry at this point *wails* i'm exaggerating the seriousness of this, i know. i know you're crazy-busy because you are RAE, goddess of i-can-do-a-million-thing-at-once-chem-AND-multivariable-calc-so-ha! funny how you used to be queen of the faeries and now you're queen of the crammed schedule :-) but you're still the pint-sized queen of my heart! *ducks to avoid rae's flying shoe*
in further developments, i would like to say to the world, especially the male world, that heather flanagan deserves better than most of you.
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